So Monday we picked up our deflated egos and hauled them to Rifle. Here, the Broncos faithful restored them with hearty handshakes, gleaming smiles and enthusiasm for the team that lost 41-3 the day before.
I really was not very excited to make the trip after what happened on Sunday. I figured the few people that did show up would just want to talk about how horribly the team played. You know what? About 600 people showed up and I’m not lying when I tell you that not one, NOT ONE person mentioned the game. They were just happy to get to see everyone and cheered us on for the next game.
Man, I wish we could play the next game in Rifle, because I’m a little dissappointed how quickly people throw in the towel. I understand being frustrated, believe me I know, but when I looked up to an empty crowd before the beginning of the fourth quarter last week … I was speechless (pun intended). How do such rabid fans that describe themselves as die-hards just pack up and leave?