As I woke up this morning and started thinking about the dawn of a new football season, I found myself as excited as my 4 year old on Christmas morning. I know a lot of fans are jaded by the last several months and all that has gone on. Should I take a principled stand and withhold my money from the NFL and it's greed? Should I be mad right now that this all went down? My feelings after the jump.
While I have my opinions about the lockout and how it unfolded, right now I could care less. If that makes me a sucker or enabler, so be it. Did I write the check for my season tickets in the midst of bickering that made it clear neither side cared about my interests? Damn right! Will I be there Sept. 12 against the raiders in a frenzy? Try and stop me!
The truth is, I don't live for the Broncos. I have a life filled with many things more important than football. But the Broncos represent something inside that I love. A loyalty to something I have no direct involvement in. A community of 76,000 people living play-by-play for 3 hours on a Sunday afternoon along the beautiful front range of the Rockies. A tie to simpler time in my life long-since past. Memories of my dad and all he taught me. Silly? Perhaps, but this is more than a game to me.
We may be awful this year. I really don't care. OK I do - probably more than a grown man should. Point is, I will be there this year and every year. It is time for that magical time of year we all love. I for one am excited for football! I hope you are too.