Believe it or not, this post started out as a reply to dcrespo7 and his admitted futility at Bronco games. 0-11 apparently. Poor guy. Wait, poor Broncos! Wait, Poor Bronco fans! His shovel of wisdom and the pending Monday Nighter in Diego got me to thinking about my own game day experiences so feel free to give us your good times, bad times...you know I've had my share.
I have been to several away games but I have fared better, not much but better. The Broncos were favored in most of the loses too, which makes me feel even worse. And then I have to listen to the home teams fans talk shmack after the game even though we both know that the Broncos at the time were the better team.
Worst away game experience: December 13th 1998. A friend and I were driving to the Meadowlands getting high on the Broncos 13-0 winning streak, reining SB champs, confident in todays pending victory, confident in the pending undefeated season and confident that the Broncos will be winning their second consecutive SB in the near future. So were cursing through the mid-Atlantic wearing our puffy Bronco starter jackets, listening to a typical home made mixed tape of road tunes like Born to be wild, Radar Love, Running down a dream, GLORIA (by Van), Don't Bring me down, Peace Frog, Born to Run, We are the champions...you know the deal. So we're talking about going to Bronco games at the "old" Mile High and how great it was, how loud it was, how much fun it was.
That's when she breaks the news to me.....she's a man baby! Just kidding. She's really a Raiders fan! Just kidding. She's really a Giants fan! Just kidding. That's when she looks at me and says "yeah, the last game I went to was the playoff loss to the Jaguars two years ago, what a bummer game that was". I went numb. I went cold then I went hot. I started to tear up, I go dry mouth. I got sick a little bit. Then I locked the brakes up, right in the middle of I95. That sub-compact rental fish tailed right through Maryland and finally came to a halt at one of those New Jersey rest stops. I had no idea that all filling stations in Jersey were full service either. I still feel bad for karate chopin that poor gas station attendant. I was a little on edge considering the news that I had just been given and from what I have heard about Jersey. I thought we were getting car jacked. Any way, you could probably smell the burnt rubber at your place in Jersey (dcrespo7 lives there). Actually, scratch that, there are already too many funky odors in Jersey to make out a singular funky Odor. Maybe you could have heard the squealing.
I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to do. This Chick was at the worst game in Broncos history. This chick was a part of the Blackest Sunday in Bronocs history (up to that time, this of course is long before Josh McDaniels took over the Denver Broncos). This Chick could have been the bad juju that caused Mike Shannahan to allow the Denver Broncos to become complacent, to look past the up start Jags and their poor mans Steve Young. This chick may be responsible for John Elway not winning the super bowl that year! This chick is going to jix the 1998 Broncos! What should I do? I felt it was my duty as a spokes person of the great Bronco Country to stop her! Should I leave her to care for the poor gas station attendant and go to the game by myself? Should I take her and hope the Jags game was a fluke? I had to decide. Time was running out and she looked sad and she starting to cry and do that blubbering talking thing.... so I caved (of course) and took her. There was no more peach frog, to say the least, it was a quiet rest of the drive to the marsh.
We had a great time tail gating with the Giants fans who were really cool. I like how the Meadowlands are set up too, off the beaten path, not in a city, right off of a major highway and plenty of room to spread out. We all sat around and marveled at how good TD was, how good the Broncos were, how good John Elway was and how the Bronco were not only going to crush the Giants that day but go on to win the super bowl.
We went in, got our seats and continued our good time. One funny thing did happen just before kickoff of the second half. A guy with a 16ozer in each hand didn't want to wait in the line to get back to his seat near us in the nose bleeds. And if you haven't been to the stadium, it is a sheer incline to get to the nose bleeds. Hello vetigo. Whatever you do, don't look up. Anyway this already drunk beer totter had the brilliant idea to skip the steps and increase his elevation by stepping on the empty folding seats! This worked for a couple of isles and he was pretty proud of himself but his luck ran out when his trail foot caught the back of a seat and KA-BAM, down he went, right on his back, right on his head, right on the concrete and air born when his two brews, all over the already cold crowd. He laid there motionless for several seconds. Amongst the booing, hissing and curse words he regained consciousness stood up and shouted..."Go Cowboys"!!!
That was not the only bad thing to happen in the stadium that afternoon. Things got bad for the Broncos too. Miscues, turn overs, missed opportunities, punts, a lot of bad things. Too may bad things to over come, even for the Duke. I'm blaming this lose on Shannahan as well. I remained in my seat, regretting my decision to bring who I was now starting to call the "black widow". The Broncos are going to lose this game I started thinking. The Broncos are going to lose the perfect season and probably lose the super bowl too. I was a wreck.
I actually walked back to the car with the eight legged man eater. I walked quietly and listened to the jubilant Giants fans talk shmack to us. I didn't care, I didn't blame them at all..... but I did start to care when the hour glassed one started to return fire on that cold winters night. At that time, the situation started to heat up between "us" and the jubilant Giants fans! Whoa, Wait, this chick made Mike Shannahan and the Broncos look past the Jags and lose, then she single handedly ends the Broncos 13-0 winning streak, and only the good Tebow knows what else she will do to the rest of the 1998 season and now she is going to get me in a fight with 5 guys from the Bronx?! Someone Queue the fricking music from the Twilight Zone.
I apologized to the good fellas, grabber here, stuffed here and her puffy starter jacked in the sub and quickly weaved our way through the jubilant drunk Giants fans and their burning trash cans. All the while keeping my head down and her mouth shut. We made it back to I95 and headed south to warmer weather and safer confines. Needless to say, that was the last game that I took spidey too. Actually I haven't spoken to her sense and with good reason(s).
"hey Snake, I heard you were dead"?
Yeah, let me guess, you heard I was taller too?