Good Morning Rabid Ones,
I’ve really missed it. But on Sunday I had the occasion to attend the Denver Broncos vs Cowboys game at Mile High. It was a perfect fall afternoon and hardly a cloud in the sky! Duncan was driving and as we approached the stadium to locate parking I was reminded why I don’t like going to any event involving 70,000 people puking blue & orange.
Because of Duncan’s handicap (not the brain damage) we needed to find a place reasonably close. We passed a lot with seemingly 50 or 60 open ‘Handicap’ spaces but it was blocked off to us! Assholes! So we drove endlessly looking for parking while avoiding the sea of fanatics dressed in orange holding their #1 foam fingers.
Adding insult to injury, Cush arrived bleeding profusely out of his eyes as he’d just finished his graveyard shift and had sacrificed a virgin on behalf of his idle ‘Jimmy Hoffa Jr.’
I’m not sure how a stadium seat (slightly less room than airline coach seats) is designed, but I’m guessing it’s based on an average of 180 lb person. That ship sailed for all of us some 40 years ago! It was like sitting in the middle seat on an airline between Andre the Giant and Oprah! But the game was a blowout for our beloved Broncos so it made it all bearable.