I didn’t shed a tear that night, but man did I celebrate!

…after years of frustration.

but it still beats out the day I got divorced as the happiest day of my life. That may be a little pathetic, but it’s true. I was thrilled, and what made it better was that my dad lived in Milwaukee at the time, and was an adopted Packer fan who’d been running his mouth for two weeks. He hates the Broncos on principle, and he wouldn’t take my call that night, which was a pretty good feeling. He had to deal with my brother who was sitting next to him, and is also a Broncos fan.

A funny side note is that during last year’s Super Bowl, he invoked the memory of that game in considering what the Giants were doing against the Patriots. A team which was given no chance to win, came to play football, and flat-out beat the heavy favorite. Remember, no AFC team had won in 13 years at that point so SB XXXII was every bit as shocking to the football cognoscenti (*chuckles*) as this year’s game was.

i was speechless and couldn’t believe it… I felt like I was going to wake up from some sort of dream. I get more choked up now watching the replays… :)

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But the adrenaline/excitement kept me up most of the night watching replays and reports from the hotels in La Jolla where the players were partying.

One of the best parts was having a friend (who happened to be a born and bred Packers fan from Madison, WI) sitting next to me when it happened! When we won in SB XXXIII, he made sure to point out that the Broncos weren’t the first/only team to repeat as Super Bowl champs (we was probably a little tired of hearing it since he was living in Denver at the time)!

After watching the previous three superbowls at various parties (only to have them break up early) as a child, when the Broncos played the Packers I was huddled in my Freshman dorm room at the College of Santa Fe in New Mexcio with three other Broncos fans. Not wanting to be out in the open pending another horrific defeat, we hid huddled within the safety of cheaply constructed cement and brick walls. At halftime we had enough confidence to toss the ball around in the quad. When the game was over we bought cheap champagne and hit up all you can eat chinese… The following year against the Falcons, we were at the sports bar. Again we bought the same champagne and had the chinese. An enduring tradition was born. When Elway and Zim went into the hall, we enjoyed the same champagne. It’s funny, when you’re in college fifteen bucks is a ton of money to sepnd on Champagne. Now, it’s a wonderful tradition.

Did we weep when they won? I can’t remember… Do I occasionally weep when I see the highlight videos? You bet!

J

I got exptreme chills and goosebumps just reading your article. Of course I wept.

I wept. There I said it. That’s ok though. Living in Redskins country I heard crap all the time. Especially after the Superbowl against them. For two whole glorious years nobody could say bleep to me because we were champions of the world. My only problem was having to convince strangers that I was not a bandwagon fan. That was easy though. All I had to say was Craig Morton and they either knew what I was talking about and respected it or didn’t know what I was talking about and didn’t want to go there. It was really strange and wonderful what happened after that game though. All of the criticism I heard for all those years stopped. It came to a screeching halt. Elway can’t win the big game. Elway can’t win the big game. GOD I heard it over and over and over! Bull$#@# I would scream. Have you not been watching??!! This guy can win big games in his sleep! Anyway it shut those fools up. I actually got phone calls from some friends congratulating me on the victory. Of course since I’m a team player, I took full responsibility for the win. But still to this day when I tell people I’m a Broncos fan, the reaction is different. Even after such a long time since that glorious night. When you win the Superbowl, you get the respect.

Well first my daughter turned 4 years old the day before (1/24/94) so she was happy showing off all her new things to us during commercial breaks. (her godfather and friends were at amy abode). I remember thinking when Denver took the 31-24 lead that the Broncos have never been in a SB game in the 4th qtr. (i still get chills thinking about it)
I remember on 3rd Down Atwater knocking out minself, Robert Brooks, and Randy Hilliard. I was on my knees praying for something to happen. When Moblely knocked down the pass from MR. Overrated I was so happy. I will never tell if I wept or not. All I know is I popped open a 40 and commenced to partying. SD was a huge party after that. To be honest after the final kneel down in Championship Formation I dont remember a hole lot else. My friends said I had a grin on my face for the next 8 months!

I have a couple other memorable Bronco/Packer games. in 1987 right before I went to bootcamp the famous 17-17 tie in Milwaukee when that craptastick kicker Karlis missed a 34 yards FG to win the game on the last play. Or 1984 the Blizzard MNF game where in GB’s first 2 offensive plays Louis Wright and Tommy Jackson picked up fumbles for TD’s and Denver was up 17-0 in the first 5 minutes of the game and held on for dear life and won 17-14. Plus that game made all the ski resports in Colorado that year have increases of revenue/attnedance of at least 50% over 1983.

was to be sentenced to Chewelah, WA for a year. I had been a Christian for about 2 years and had quit drinking and smoking. I rented a small place and went to the local cable company but found out they disconnect the cable all the way to the pole and I would have to pay $1.75 a foot to reconnect. “Hmmm,” I said to myself, “I can go without TV for a year.” I went to the phone company and got the same story. Come to find out the city owned all the utilities and services—see what happens when Governments get involved. So there I was, no phone which meant no internet, no TV, no radio reception—and football season was nearing.

I had no choice but to find some place to watch some football which ended up being a beer joint named ‘Sporties.’ When I became a Christian I learned it is better to stay away from temptations then to test my will power. But I had to watch Denver play—I’m sure you all understand.

Actually I did quite well until Denver made the playoffs as a wild card. I had this really nervous stomache that told me that The Broncos really needed my help.! I just couldn’t help it—it was for the greater good that I pull my two large glass Denver Bronco mugs out and fill them with Coors from Colorado and help Denver by drinking them through the revenge tour…. Everyone at this site owes me a big thankyou—it was a great sacrifice.

By the Super Bowl I had everything down to a science. I had the bartender put one of the mugs in the freezer as I drank from the other. I also had the icy mug filled before the other was empty so I never at any time had two empty mugs. When it comes to helping your team always having beer in at least one mug is very important.

When the game started about 70% of the people had Favre jerseys, 29% had Seahawk or no jersey at all—then there was me. Alone in a hostile enviroment with the only orange (old orange) Elway jersey there.

Anyway (Ineed to speed this up) When John did the helicopter run I was up screaming YES!!! and strangely enough about half the Favre jersey came off and the bar became full of Bronco converts.

When Mobley knocked down the pass I screamed ,“We did it!!!!” I think about five times. As the clock neared the final couple ticks tears just started pouring out—I was so happy!!

All the burdens of the previous SB’s vanished.

was a little swing pass to Howard Griffith down the left sideline. Brian Williams of the Packers (#51) thought he was going to stop Howard for a short gain, but Ed McCaffrey came into the picture and tattooed the poor guy, who never saw him coming. As Williams fell, Eddie clearly pointed at him and said something.

I’ve always wondered what words he said, but I know exactly what the statement was that was made. We may be smaller than you, but we’re the smash-mouth team here, and we’re not done bringing this fight right to your doorstep. Griffth gained 23 yards on the play, which set up TD’s 3rd and game-winning touchdown. It’s still the most beautiful block I’ve ever seen.

that happened in the ’80s. If someone thought he could talk smack about that, I was like, “Oh? And where was YOUR team on the day the Broncos were losing 55-10?” (Works for the other two, too, and even the 1977 one.) I never allowed someone to crap on my team for being the second best team in football on a given year.

Nonetheless, the day my Broncos downed my second-favorite team (Packers) for their first Super Bowl win was one happy day for me! But I didn’t cry. I poured the first draft out of our celebration keg of Coors.

I was extremely exctatic when John Mobley knocked down that pass. Finally we were on top of the NFL and to repeat the next year made the first one even better.

I was really pissed when the Broncos got blown out against the Redskins and 49ers, so when I found out we were going to be playing the Packers in the SB, I just had a feeling we were going to win the game. In the SB turnovers are magnified and when our defense started to get some then you just could see that not only was Denver the better team they just wanted it more.

I remember after the 4th down I finally knew we were going to win and my buddy jumped on my back (he was 4 inches taller and outweighed me by at least 50lbs) and I carried him around the house, we were having a SB party and half the room was for Denver and the other half was for Green Bay (more anti-denver) and I swear I couldn’t even feel him on my back I was so happy, people said I was jumping with him on my back. Then I called my dad back in Denver and I heard his voice cracking up and a shed a couple of tears, then me and my friend went out and shot off fireworks and probably pissed of the rest of the neighborhood. Next to the day my daughter was born and my wedding, pretty much the third best day of my life.

i remember telling my friends, after gb went for 7 on the opening drive, that if we march down and answer the bell, we will win. did i cry? no. we celebrated ‘til the morning light. i was over at a friend’s house, he and his wife are from denver. after the mobely play, he screamed “let’s rip the basement door down!” umm, ok. so we turned his basement door into firewood, by hand. ahh, good times. i remember i brought an ugly-ass bronco horse thing over his house and placed it on top of the tv before the game. i announced for every quarter that we trail, it loses a limb. we never trailed, and it survived the following year intact, also. my good luck charm now. i hope to break it out again in the near future

i wasnt really into football but i did like the broncos. my dad and brother were and still are diehard bronco fans. i remember my dad went crazy i had never seen him like that. after a while me and my brother went to sleep. my dad however found out where the team was staying woke my brother up in the middle of the night took him to the hotel and somehow managed to get some pics with shanny and a few players along with some autographs. even though i dont remember going and have yet to see myself in any of the pictures, whenever i bring it up they still tell me that i went but was too young to remember. personally, i dont buy it :-(