Was it a Field of Dreams..or just my imagination??

imagesQWD90XJ4Well…now we know. The mighty Broncs will be hosting the big one. New England is coming to town next Sunday to battle it out for the right to go to the Super Bowl, probably against Carolina if my guess is correct. Even If my guess isn’t correct, I don’t believe it matters much because the way we dropped passes and the lethargic way our offense played most of the time on our last outing,  I’m really not sure we could have taken Wheat Ridge High School in a fair fight!

In reference to my “Field of Dreams” movie scenario, although our quarterback hero did what was asked of him, the magic I had imagined for us  got blown out of the water in the first few minutes and I really believe that good luck rather than good planning is what allowed us to be able to call it a “movie” rather than a “nightmare comedy of errors.” In the final analysis, we now know a couple of things One: our defense saved the day and won us the game. Two: my prognostication skills still need a little work!

So much for dreaming and movie imagining scenarios. Obviously, there’s a reason I’m meant to be a guitarist/writer rather than a writer/guitarist and if yesterday wasn’t proof enough, next weekend might be. There was one point in yesterday’s debacle where the cameras panned over the upstairs booths where Archie Manning was seated and even poor old Archie was up out of his chair and looking away as though he couldn’t bear to see his son being led to the slaughter any longer!

So much for my “Field of Dreams,” dreams. It’s back to the drawing board and back to attempting to figure out a way to feel positive about the Broncos and their upcomingimagesM90N2ZX6 game with the Patriots. So help me, as devious as they seem to be and possibly “crooks with the books” as they might well be, I can’t help but think (please forgive me) that this weekend, we might not be playing the next Super Bowl champs or at least a contender! Don’t tell me about bending rules or doctored footballs or any of the other shady stuff they’ve long been accused of, New England Patriots are a dangerous football team!

What is it with Denver and professional sports? When I moved here in the early seventies, they used to have something called Bronco buses which picked you up on Sunday morning and took you from the bar (or restaurant) of your choice to the game. That also meant that because you didn’t have to drive, you could get properly lubricated to cheer for your heroes. After the game was over (which we usually lost 52 – 0), the bus would bring you back to the bar where more lubrication might be applied then, they’d pour you into your car and send you home! Everybody was happy except law enforcement. If, by some chance you had been “overserved” and the cops stopped you to give you a DUI,  the fine was usually somewhere between $50 and $100 and you got to go home to sleep it off.

That was a couple of Super Bowls ago. Today, on Sundays, we still wear orange, hang Bronco paraphernalia on our front porch (if we have one) but most of the “Bronco” buses are gone, the little bars and restaurants are gone, the smell of fine whiskey has been replaced by the smell of marijuana (legal of course) and a DUI will cost you somewhere between $5,000 and $10,000 plus possibly your job, your future, and happy home if you had one! Most of the folks who worked in those little bars are now doing time in 7-Elevens and most of the musicians who played the tunes in them are teaching grade school and counting the days to retirement! THAT’S PROGRESS FOLKS!

Please don’t mind the meanderings of an old man. Denver is still a classy football town and the Broncos are a very classy football team. A demonstration of that class was shown at the end of last weeks game when our quarterback (Peyton) gave the game ball to his prime receiver (Demaryius) and told him to give it to his Mom who had just recently been released from prison on drug peddling charges.

And there you have it. Don’t put us on a pedestal if we win, and don’t cry for us if we lose. Either way, there’s still no other place I’d rather live and I’ll bet  you wouldn’t want your kids to grow up anywhere else either!

Go Broncos!

Have a great week everybody,


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Our own “Field of Dreams!”

imagesNX88H1V3Every now and then in life, I tend to have these moments of “super clarity” (and I’ll bet you have too!) where you almost feel as though a real life movie is playing out right in front of your eyes and not only can you not do anything to stop it, you don’t want to!

Such was the case last Sunday when I watched the Denver Broncos recover from almost certain disaster to take over and beat the San Diego Chargers and win first place in the AFC West division of the football playoffs.

To begin with, you have to go back a few years to set the thing up. Our movie opens with a very talented quarterback who has known his share of ups and downs and been beset by injuries and four very delicate neck surgeries pondering his life and football future and wondering frankly if he’s still got enough gas in the tank to have any future in this very violent game or is it time to go home, become the family man and father he’s supposed to be, help raise the kids and live out the American dream?

Make no mistake, our hero has played this game at the highest level, with a super bowl ring on his finger and plenty of money in the bank (I hope). He’s certainly not wondering if he can afford lunch tomorrow, he has many more important things on his mind like is there any possible future in professional football for him and if so, how’s he going to get there?

Enter character number two. He’s another very talented ex-quarterback with two super bowl rings on his fingers and the scars to back it up!  His face is also weathered and he’s walking on very arthritic, wobbly knees. The thing is, he’s also an executive with the Denver Broncos and he’s here to sound out character number one just to feel around to see if number one sees any kind of future for himself in the NFL? Just maybe with the Broncos?

So it begins. I don’t know if you have any of the characters visualized yet, but I’m leaning towards Jeff Bridges for my number one and not too sure yet about number two. Bridges has that weather beaten cowboy look about him that kind of reminds you at first glance, of someone who’s been to the rodeo a time or two and the results haven’t always been great!

And so the kabuki dance begins. Not much of a dance really, because our twoimages[2] participants are old football warriors each with his own share of trophies on the shelf and enough love and respect for each other to fill a boxcar! The negotiations aren’t that long or complicated (nothing a hundred million or so can’t handle) and so it begins.

The first days of his tryouts in Broncoland are ringed with reporters of every size and shape, good and bad, pro and con. It’s almost the same sick fascination as some have with a tight rope walker crossing the grand canyon or Evil Knievel at the Snake River with just as many secretly hoping he won’t succeed as hoping he will!

Needless to say our hero is successful with thousands of Broncoland  fans talking about Super Bowls with our hero looking as though he might have a direct connection to the man upstairs and hero number two looking as though he might actually be the man upstairs and Colorado couldn’t be happier!

Now, we approach the crux of our movie. Our hero is still the commander of his team (and his destiny) but in some ways, old age is coming to visit a little more often. It hasn’t taken up permanent residency with our hero yet, but it’s letting it’s presence be known in subtle ways and some not so subtle. Local sports writers are making their concerns known more and more often and the guys the media sends in to do the Bronco games can fill up a whole afternoon with nothing but hot air and speculation about the end of our hero’s career. Finally the pain gets the better of our hero and he temporarily surrenders to the second in command and heads for the rehab room for a few weeks to cure an ailing foot and give the old body a chance to heal a little.

The media guys are ecstatic. Of course they knew this was coming all along and they talk endlessly about our young quarterback who is young, healthy, 6’7″and hails from Montana where men are men and sheep are nervous! They also talk endlessly about themselves and anything else they can think of to fill up the day and how the Chargers just might have enough left to turn it around on the mighty Broncs.

Which is the way our “Field of Dreams” movie looks as the Chargers slowly proceed to take our young quarterback apart until the 3rd quarter when the coach asks our hero if he’s got enough left to step in and go one more time! The rest, as they say is history.

The rest of that game I’m sure you already know. The final conclusion to our “Field of Dreams” movie won’t be known until next weekend when the hated Pittsburg Steelers come to town to spread their personal brand of joy throughout Mile High Stadium.

Help me watch it everybody. Then hopefully, stick around and help me write a wonderful ending to my “Field of Dreams” movie. OK?

Have a great week everybody.


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