You know what I love the most about Bronco fans? White trash. There is so, so much white trash when it comes to the Bronc’s. And I love them with all my heart. Going to a game brings out my inner trailer hick. She’s totally praised in the stands.
I went to my first game of the season last night and sat up in the nose bleeds in the midst of long-mulleted, burping, sloppy assholes and loved every fucking minute of it. Going to games is the perfect excuse to do everything your Mama told you not to: shove multiple hotdogs down your gullet, drink copious amounts of shitty beer, cuss your ass off, throw peanuts at opposing fans below and get into fist fights. If I believed in Heaven, pretty sure that’s what it’d be.
I went with my Dad:
He made damn sure I knew loads about the game as a wee lad, so it was fun to go with him. Before the big game though, our entire family got pumped and went out for bagels so people could see our level of commitment and dedication (the bagel was just an excuse):
However, like idiots, my Dad and I left with five minutes in the game to go, Broncos down 10-0, never having been to a Tebow game before. We screamed at the radio and cursed ourselves as we drove home wishing we had held tight. The Broncos won in overtime. And though Tebow has a vagina, he continues to pull wins out of some place, so I am warming up to him.
I’ll be honest, having a new baby, I haven’t been the best Bronco fan this year. But last night really opened something up in me. Be it my inner white trash, my childhood obsession with the Broncos, what have you…I’m glad to be back.
