I can't think of a better place to put it, so it goes on MHR's wall. I'm sincerely happy for you, Kyle: you were a great college player, a solid company man wherever you played in the NFL, and absorbed every arrow and DE the league threw at you. You played for us with a dislocated bone sticking out of your finger, fercrissakes.
I watched you, in a nice grey jacket and a firm gaze, and your lovely wife walk from the stadium last Sunday after #15 got the call. My shout of support, and respect, wasn't loud enough to carry over the catcalls and drunks. I wish it had been. I'd like your memory of Denver to be less like "...F&*% all those ingrates..." and more like "...I got a fair deal, a fighter's chance, and a healthy salary - I provided stability and grit, and in the end they needed someone else."
So this father of three wishes you a great time with your wife and daughter - I think you'll be a hell of a dad, and I salute you for your work on my favorite football team.