This is it. The last weekend before everybody starts talking about March Madness.
So the Denver Broncos will be playing against the Carolina Panthers in San Francisco. Just off the numbers, the Donkeys are 12-4 and the Panthers are 15-1 this season. Peyton Manning is 39 and could well be playing his very last football game, like, *EVER* and Cam Newton (at 26) is pretty much just getting started.
Now, if this was pro wrestling, I’d get Cam Newton on camera saying some arrogant things about how Manning is all washed up or something and have Payton on camera saying some crap about how “may the best team win” or something equally dull and then have the Broncos come up from behind and win the game in the last 90 seconds or something.
Pro Football, however, is not Pro Wrestling. As such, I see the Panthers squashing the Broncos. Like by 10 points or something. 38 to 28. Poor third world children will be wearing DENVER BRONCOS WORLD CHAMPIONS t-shirts by Wednesday.
And everybody in Denver will wait until next week to start to talk about how, seriously, all we need is a really good quarterback and we’ll win a Superbowl again. Probably steal Kaepernick or something.
Anyway, I’ll be going over to the annual Superbowl party at a bud’s parents’ house on Sunday (they’re cooking, I won’t have to make anything!), and, as such, will have to devote Saturday to stuff like shopping for groceries or upcoming birthdays or whathaveyou. Meanwhile, Stormzilla pretty much means that I’ll be picking Maribou up from work on Friday Night instead of dropping off the car at her work and walking home like usual.
And then, come Monday, I can change out my Broncos lanyard for the one that has my company’s name on it for another off-season. Seriously, how did I ever mark the year before football?
So… what do you have on your docket?
(Photo is “Footrace finish line, 1925” from the Seattle Municipal Archives, used under a creative commons license)