For a second consecutive day, neither Travis Henry nor Javon Walker practiced as they Broncos continued their preparation for Sunday’s game against the San Diego Chargers.
There was good news for the Broncos as several players went from limited participation in Wednesday’s session to full participation Thursday — running back Mike Bell, kicker Jason Elam, offensive tackle Ryan Harris, safety John Lynch and wide receiver Brandon Stokley.
Fullback Paul Smith, on the other hand, did not take part on Thursday as he grapples with a neck problem; he saw limited action Wednesday. Tight end Stephen Alexander (calf) and defensive end John Engelberger (shoulder) each saw limited work both Wednesday and Thursday.
Defensive tackle Sam Adams returned to practice Thursday after sitting out Wednesday’s session, as is custom this year.
In San Diego, a slew of players did not practice Thursday: wide receiver Eric Parker, fullback Andrew Pinnock, wide receiver Buster Davis, defensive tackle Jamal Williams, cornerback Antonio Cromartie, tight end Antonio Gates and linebacker Carlos Polk.
Gates and Polk both practiced Wednesday but were missed Thursday’s work due to an illness and a knee problem, respectively.
BACK IN DENVER: I still find myself thinking about John Lynch’s Wednesday afternoon response to a query about the Colorado Rockies’ postseason appearance — which continued to be a stunning success after they used a Kaz Matsui grand slam to defeat the Philadelphia Phillies 10-5 Thursday afternoon, giving them a 2-0 cushion in the best-of-five series.
Lynch is an admitted San Diego Padres fan, and grew up watching the exploits of Dave Winfield, Tony Gwynn, Goose Gossage and others to don the taco-beef brown uniforms the club once wore. But with the Rockies defeating his hometown team, he stood in his new hometown’s corner.
“I’ll jump on that bandwagon,” he said.
“You grow up in San Diego, Padre fan, and it always sticks with you. But I’m a Rockies fan as well, and from here on out, it’s Go Rox.”
Sure, it’s the political answer to give … but does that make it a lousy one? I heard Lynch’s reply and wanted to jokingly castigate him … but then I’d have to call myself out, since even I’ve been at least somewhat infected by “Rockies Fever,” “Rocky Pox” or whatever marginally catchy nickname you choose for the description of what afflicts the region this week.
Yes, my veins pump red fluid for the Atlanta Braves. They always will. But come Saturday night at 7:30 p.m. MDT, I’ll be sitting in a 300-level seat with my girlfriend on the other side of the armrest, a scorecard on my lap, a pencil in my right hand, portable radio in my ear, binoculars dangling around my neck, commemorative program at my feet and hot chocolate in the cupholder, watching the first postseason baseball game played here in a dozen years, and there’ll be no place in the world I’d rather be.
(By the way, I need to give my girlfriend some kind of nickname on here for blogging purposes … something based around the fact that she puts up with me for reasons I cannot fathom, she’s from Wisconsin, she loves Chili’s and she’s a doctor — an anesthesiologist, to be precise. Any suggestions, please offer them below.)
I may not be a die-hard Rockies fan, but I love baseball the way Ron Burgundy loves scotch, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss a postseason game contested five miles from my home (unless, of course, there’s a Broncos game or work conflict that precludes my attendance).
So, yes, I’m admitting that I’m as much of a bandwagoneer as anyone right now. Painful to say that … but true.
So like Lynch, I’ll say it:
Until the next post, vaya con Dios.