One Hundred Thirty-Eight

August 7, 2014
8.11 Miles in 1:17:06
Mood: Anticipatory with notes of excitement and dread.
Soundtrack: The Mediocre Show

Only hours ahead of the Broncos kicking off their preseason, I took off to get in a few miles ahead of the game. I have a love-hate relationship with preseason football. On one hand, FOOTBALL! On the other hand, it's a meaningless game where the good players barely play and the teams are only passively trying to win. I usually find myself excited about it until it actually starts, and my enthusiasm quickly fades as the starters get replaced with guys who will be delivering freaky fast subs for Jimmy Johns once September hits.

I was still at the enthusiastic stage when I left for this run, and whether there was a pending game or not, I'm pretty much always going to take a picture of your front yard if the path to your door is guarded by lion statues in Peyton Manning jerseys with Broncos helmets taped to their foreheads. That's just a personal code kind of thing...it's how I live my life. Needless to say, only a few hours before kickoff, I was even more excited about this ridiculous lawn decor. It was truly glorious, and I salute the Bronco fan who was able to drum up this much enthusiasm for an exhibition game.

Even though I came across this peach of a landmark to photograph, that wasn't even my favorite moment of the podcast...that came when two girls in their early teens flagged me down. I had to shut off my podcast to hear what they needed at which point they very earnestly and enthusiastically asked me if I had seen five boys and a baby girl. I answered that I had not, and almost immediately they shrieked, "THERE THEY ARE!" and ran away back up the street from the direction they had come. I turned to look, and saw nothing. Needless to say, I have no clue what had happened, and still am a little confused as to what exactly was going on in their silly heads, but man, it was fun. Confounding, but fun.

I feel like right before I go, this is a good time to mention that the Broncos defeated the SEAHAWKS 21-16. Granted, this doesn't really serve as much in the way of sweet revenge, but it did apply a tiny bit of salve to the wounds I carry from the event in New Jersey to which I only want to refer to as "The Groundhogs Day Massacre" in passing conversation. That name is about the only appropriate way in which I can refer to THAT game. That sad, sad game. The one with Roman Numerals in it. *Sigh*