And I’ll let you in on a little secret too Jenna: men could care less that most women don’t like football…in fact, we prefer it that way. Not that you’re not welcome to watch football if you like it…but it’s not like we’re trying to recruit.

I have to admit as much as I love MHR. After the 4th game of the season I decided not to follow to open threads. I’ll check in and watch but most of the time the discouraging and antagonistic comments are counter productive to the way I conduct my thought process during a game. So I feel ya on this.

I frequent the game day treads on MHR but I find it hard to bear reading many of the reactionary comments by people on here. I’m guilty of it as well but like you said we do get overly emotional.

They also don’t affect how well we practice each week. McDaniels gave them too much slack throughout the bye week. The Ravens did play well, but we shot ourselves in the foot with all of our penalties.

no bandwagon jumping for me…I am always on the same Bronco train – Win Lose or Draw

What pisses me off is the non-emotional football fans complaining about emotional football fans. First, do you not realize that is only going to make them more emotional? Second, it’s just a different style and personality…there isn’t a “correct” way to watch football or be a fan. It’s just like HCs…some are an emotional ball of fire (like HCMcD) while others are relatively calm and collected. It doesn’t make one a good coach and the other a bad coach. I don’t know why anybody would feel the need to complain and insult other Broncos fans for “stylistic” differences. I’m certainly not going to bash you for not caring enough.

I scream at the TV, and I get disappointed, but I am with the team till the last moment. I’m not abandoning my thread – I’m going to fight to keep it positive.

Hmmm…GO BRONCOS!!!

My wife would agree with you 110%. I’m very emotional when it comes to the Broncos loved them for 27 years what can I say.

“What happens in the Gameday threads stays in the gameday threads”

I no longer frequent the threads, mostly because I am too busy during a game, but because the negativity that is sometimes found there cuts me too deep. Until I get more rational about the game, I am susceptible to taking things emotionally too hard, so the threads are too much for me…

But even when I know what some people say and do in those threads, I still treat them like the valuable members of MHR that they are outside of the threads. What I dislike is when issues and battles that crop up in those threads carries over into other threads, although I view the postgame thread and the majority of postgame fanposts as continuations of the gameday threads and thus exempt from those kinds of worries.

Just please don’t take any of the perceived or real slights out into the rest of the site. Leave them in the threads, where they can be buried with the losses and wins as we all move forward from week to week.

Nothing good happening here.

I tried to participate during preseason and the first regular season game, but those games were besot with trolls and I didn’t care for it. Also, I found that I had trouble concentrating on the game. I really like hanging with you all, but the trolling is the worst. I’m not talking about when people show their emotions like I think you’re talking about here, but fans from opposing teams being crude. It just takes the fun away.
On the other note, I am single and I would hang out with any woman who loves the Broncos. I got to hang out with Disco Stu and Colorado Kitten for the Monday night game with the Chargers, and Kitten is pretty football savvy. I found it very refreshing. Passionate fans are passionate. what do you expect? Female Dog, Please. Oh Jenna, you slay me. LMAO!

Maybe you read this fanpost/thread and felt personally insulted and responded in kind.

Maybe you read this fanpost/thread and felt that it was divisive and/or pointless and annoying. Jenna your point sUXxoRs1

Maybe you read this fanpost/thread and are one of MHR’s regular staff/contributors, and addressed whatever issue you saw here in a fanpost/thread of your own.

Maybe you read this fanpost/thread and quickly realized that none of it applied to you and you moved on.

Maybe you read this fanpost/thread, had a laugh, smiled, got it, and moved on. Your welcome : )

Or maybe, just maybe, you read this fanpost/thread and missed the point completely, failing to read between the lines. : (

I’m all out of maybes, baby !

For those of you that did participate, thanks for taking part in my little psychological experiment, and I’ll do my best to try to explain why you were all great subjects, even those of you that didn’t reply here (except for you MHRsGirl, as you are the only one who understood, innately or intuitively, the underlying purpose of this post !)

It was absolutely not my intention to submit this fanpost to divide Broncos fans @ MHR, or to ‘start a fight’ or ‘talk smack’ or insult anyone, or even to attempt to get you to conform to my way of thinking, except in a very small but, to my mind anyways, an important way.

The purpose of this was to help some of you, and even me, get over the loss to the Ravens. We all identify with our team. When they win, we feel like winners. But when we lose…

When I was a little girl my mother taught me a valuable lesson, and I suppose it is something that I’ve used regularly throughout the course of my life, with varying degrees of success. Mom understood that when it came to men and sports and to a larger degree success, it all comes down to emotion, and more importantly, she understood that she was able to teach her sons something about sports (and life) that my father was incapable of doing. Silly men. But she also taught me when to cut the line, as some people just can’t be reached (both men and women), and this is probably the most important part of the lesson.

Sometimes, losers just want to lose.

So what kind of person do you want to be, is the question ? Its Tuesday now, do you feel like a winner or… ?

Without going into great detail, I obviously have brothers. Our household growing up was a busy one, filled with Soccer / Hockey / Football / Rugby / Lacrosse etc. and, as life imitates sport, all this extracurricular activity was filled with peaks and valleys, emotional highs and devastating lows. We were blessed with great parents who always knew exactly what to say, and when to say it, just to make the highs level out a little (keeping my brother’s egos in check was and is to this day a constant battle, as boys will be boys) and to bring us up out of our lows.

Mom always said, level the playing field, in sport, and in life. Higher the climb, the greater the fall. Insert a cliche of your choice here.

As I am the only daughter our parents had, mom was quick to involve me (when I was old enough to be useful) in keeping my brother’s, as she put it, on the straight and narrow. Like any women, we could be as emotional and illogical as we saw fit (female prerogative) with one exception, and that was sports. Sports called for cooler heads.

I’ll always remember this day.

We’re at the local hockey rink, watching my oldest brother play, and his team loses, and loses badly. They didn’t just lose, though, they got crushed. Insert whatever cliche you like (again), they got their rear ends handed to them, and my brother, frustrated and emotional, fights the other teams biggest player towards the end of the game and gets beat up pretty good.

Well, we live outside of town, and its going to be a long long drive back home. Before we get into the car, while we’re waiting for my brother outside the dressing room, just before he comes out, mom whispers “Follow my lead, and don’t say anything” in my ear, and then out he came and out we went.

Needless to say, my brother is furious and pretty banged up, and I’m still younger at this point and I’m learning all sorts of colourful words as I sat in the backseat, but I had my instructions and I keep my mouth shut. My brother just absolutely went off ! It was awesome ! Meanwhile, mom doesn’t say a word, just drives. This goes on for a while, stopping for air occasionally before he let loose another stream of emotion, blaming coaches, teammates, global warming, everything and anything. We didn’t do this. We didn’t do that. This guy sucks, that guy sucks. Those guys cheated. The refs were garbage! Everyone who has ever played any sport has heard this all before, but this rant was still awe inspiring !

Finally, at just about the time he is spent, mom quietly asks him if he is done.

Fark no he isn’t done he says !

Oh says mom. Are you sure ? Now its quiet. 5 minutes passes. 10 minutes.

Silence.

We’re just a few minutes away from the house now, and mom pulls over, looks over at my brother and quietly asks him again, are you done ?

Silence.

Well I’m proud as hell of you, she says, you never quit, and you aren’t about to quit now, so are you done ? (louder voice)

Silence.

Are you sure ?

Silence.

We pull away slowly, and mom looks back at me in the rearview mirror and says, you know, your little sister could have taken #6.

Well I started giggling and that was it. Mom is laughing and now my brother is laughing, except he is sort of crying because his face was sort of a mess, but now its infectious and he can’t help himself, so he’s laughing and crying at the same time and everyone is feeling better and my brother calms down, and looks back at me and says Jen you probably could have taken #6, but I was so PO’d when I dropped my gloves I had no chance !

More laughter, and more tears.

Now you’re done, mom says.

The next time my brother’s hockey team played those guys that had absolutely creamed them the month before, the puck drops, and the gloves dropped right away, and #6 (twice my brothers size) gets absolutely beat down. Can I say awesome again ? It was awesome x2.

They still lost that game. The other team was just better. (mostly the goaltender)

But it was a closer game and to a man they never quit. And my brother never ever lost his cool again after a game, win or lose, whether he was playing, or just a spectator.

I guess that has something to do with being a man, but you’d have to ask him.

After the fight my brother helped him up, they shook hands, and #6, years later, was the best man at my brother’s wedding.

Those guys have loved each other like brothers’ ever since.

Oh and as it turned out, I married #6, and he totally fights like a female dog. And he’s a Steelers fan. Monday is going to be an interesting day in our house.

Sorry for the long post.

Initially I was going to end this with an “I’ll stay off your gameday threads” but thats not going to happen, as that just isn’t the way I was raised.

I’ll just have to grow a thicker skin I guess, because sometimes, some boys have to be girls.

;)