“Okay, I’m thinking of something orange. Something ooooooraaaange … Do you give up? It’s an orange!”
– Stanley Spadowski, “UHF”
In short, a loose encouragement of all fans to wear orange on Monday night. Now, I know that might be tough, considering how the temperature is supposed to dive into the upper 30s during the game, and unlike in Green Bay, everyone isn’t automatically given an orange hunter’s jacket at birth.
But nothing looks better than a stadium in bright, monochromatic glory. We see that every year in Arrowhead Stadium, where the locals get the red out. It’s in full view at the University of Tennessee, where the phrase “Big Orange” means at least as much as it did back in Denver during the 1970s. It’s on display at Penn State, where every so often the students break out the white shirts to mimic the beautifully simple road uniforms to which the Nittany Lions doggedly cling — no team logos, no names on the jerseys, just white with sparse splashes of navy blue on the stripes and numbers.
Blue is the color of the jerseys and helmets in Broncos Country, but orange is what pops, since it is a brighter hue. The mayor never proclaimed “Blue Monday,” or “Blue Sunday,” — because, gosh, those sound like the titles of lousy country songs — but “Orange Monday” and “Orange Sunday” are vital components of the local lexicon.
So layer up. Wear your thermals underneath. Bring your gloves to keep those fingertips warm. Wear an extra pair of socks. Bring a ski cap or a touque. But over top of everything else, go orange if you can.