Many of us remember the struggling Colorado economy during the 1970s and 1980s. Tragically the high point of our days was Gerald Ford tripping and skiing at Vail or a stupid episode of Happy Days. Jobs in Denver were extremely hard to find, hence, Colorado’s educated children had to find their way in other states.
Things changed when John Elway showed up in 1983. He showed us over 16 seasons that if you never ever think about quitting, good things happen. Today, generations of Coloradans have adopted Elwood’s pathological need to never quit. We set goals and never ever second guess ourselves. We find that there is a sense of nobleness in tenacity and viable execution. We make that decision to take a chance, set goals, and execute for success. We never accept failure and only see it as a building block. We make a choice to be successful every day. We try, we many times fail and eventually find success. If we do not fight, we have already accepted failure. Success is not the final destination, it is the journey. The goal suffers a death when it is achieved. The beauty and renewal come from the wondrous and fulfilling journey. The journey is a life well lived. Success is a goal and a glory that is fleeting, unless, of course, we consider the hundreds of millions made during the postseason.
Today we are even finding that Elwood has a soft and kind approach to management and nourishing interaction.
In reality, John Elway does not have the heart of a bronco. In reality, a Bronco can be broken quickly by a Buckaroo and saddled up. They then become a beast of labor. Elwood is more like an ox. An ox pulls the wagon that negotiates the Great Plains. An ox methodically plods along and is full of confidence that the goal is not far off. The Ox pays no attention to the media and only responds to the Musgrave whip here and there.
In 2016 and 2017, the bucking Denver Bronco was more like an old jackass that everybody knew how to ride. In fact, Von Miller and the Denver D-line turned into Chester the braying jackass while pointing fingers.
Case Keenum will pull the Broncos out of their malaise like an Ox. That is after the O-line is fixed; special-teams improves, and the Broncos adopt a post-Kubiak creative and simple Musgrave playbook. Above all, however, don’t throw the ball away. I wonder if Miller dances and farts in his basement?
Behold my pathetic attempt at the positive approach. I think I need to shift to politics again. I like the deeper thought required versus the simplicity of football. At CSU, I majored in poverty and minored in beer drinking and pulling panties off. I went from pennies to millions on my own accord through goal setting, tenacity and execution. My win-loss record is way better than Elway’s. Even under extreme ridicule and political bullshit, I never lost confidence in myself and simply laughed at them. I will never mentally pull myself out of the game. You will have to take me kicking and screaming in a straight jacket. Good Luck Keenum…