This summer I did what most people in Colorado did:
Talked about the Broncos.
I grew up in central Denver, a five-minute drive from the old Mile High Stadium. Many of my oldest friends are life-long Broncos followers.
And nearly all of my friends were worried, deeply worried. I didn’t talk to anyone who believed the Broncos would win more than eight games. Many of my friends predicted four or five wins. They made these predictions with pain in their voices. The Broncos are far too important to them, but that’s part of the fun of sports.
Daniel Graham, the Broncos tight end, also grew up in Denver. In today’s column, I talk about his experiences this summer. (Graham attended Denver’s Thomas Jefferson High School. I attended Denver South. The schools are bitter rivals, but we’ve decided that won’t stand in the way of us talking to each other.)
I love the fact that Graham’s friends talked to him straight. At the grocery store, at the barber shop, he heard all the same skepticism I heard.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again:
One of the great things about living in Colorado is you seldom have to worry about starting a conversation, even with a stranger.
Just bring up the Broncos, and off you go.