Ellipses for a Tuesday …
… You’re never as great as people say when you’re winning; you’re never as lousy as people espouse when you’re losing. And even when you fall 41-3, the line isn’t all that thick between victory and defeat. Maybe it’s as wide as a strip of paint between parking spaces in the INVESCO Field lot, but that’s about it. There’s a reason why the cliche’ about the “24-hour rule,” exists; it’s a good guideline for forgetting about the past, whether it’s the finest moment possible or the worst. That rule can have a 24-hour extension, however, if you’re going to be off for an unusually lengthy time frame, like the Colorado Rockies or an NFL team that wins its conference championship …
… I’m always fascinated by the automated blog links that occasionally pop up. Child hurling in India? Where the heck did that come from? …
… I never thought LetPlummerPlay would write, “Let Mason blog!” First time for everything, I reckon …
Anyhow, let’s dive in, shall we?
We’ve gotten more than a few questions about the status of Dre’ Bly …
It doesn’t seem as though the slight shoulder separation will be a problem; Head Coach Mike Shanahan said Monday that Bly likely wouldn’t even need a harness on the ailing right shoulder. We’ll see what the injury reports of the next few days reveal, but as Bly said, “My shoulder or my hand has got to be cut off for me to come out of the game.” Sounds like a man who’ll be ready when the bell rings — whether it’s at 6:05 p.m. MDT next Monday or 6:40.
Quick question for you, any chance the Broncos will wear the orange jerseys on Monday night or are they going all-blue again? Perhaps it’s wishful thinking on my behalf because of Halloween and because I love the orange.
It’ll be the blues. Teams have to put in for league approval to wear the third jersey months before the season arrives. In 2004, the last time the Broncos wore orange, the move was announced in June — five months before they actually put them on. The team lost 25-24 to the Oakland Raiders, dropping the record in the alternate oranges to 0-2. The only question is — will the Broncos go with blue pants or white? Sunday night’s win in the all-blues pushed the team’s record to 4-3 in that ensemble.
Blessings be upon you BRONCOS!!
“Thank You for doing as I asked, in Honoring my slain”…..the Spirit of Mile High says for me to give to you. I, J’shua, Messenger of ~Adonai~
And it just goes on like this, at least until he starts talking about Jim Bates and the defensive package, which is a pretty jarring right turn in his narrative.
I didn’t major in theology, and when it comes to religion, I’m far more certain of what I’m not than what I am. Some of y’all say this is mocking God … I’ll leave those assertions elsewhere, because I probably haven’t studied the Bible as much as some in these parts (like our man Rev79).
So can anyone explain to me what this guy’s talking about — while, of course, not firing the spark that creates a holy war around here?
Oh yea, Mase, you get Rockies tickets or just not interested?
I was quite interersted .. but I, like many locals, failed. After a couple of expletives were uttered, I was emotionally okay with it. Disappointed, yes; I would rather have seen a lottery, but putting it on-line was, in effect, a lottery.
Twice I got past the countdown page. On the first, I put in for four seats — this was still fairly early in the game — and was rebuffed. On the second, I put in for two, entered the confirmation word … and was sent back to the countdown page. I felt like George Costanza visiting the “Soup Nazi” and being rebuffed when asking for bread.
“No soup for you!”
It wasn’t until a frustrated friend’s e-mail missive landed in my box at mid-afternoon that I advanced from mildly peeved to flat-out … well, you can probably finish the sentence.
The only person I heard of getting tickets was somebody in Ohio that was a friend of a friend’s officemate. He’s just going to put them on eBay and let the cash come to him.
My reply to my friend included the use of a mildly creative profanity to decribe this profiteering Ohioan. I reckon it’s simply reminder No. 18,447 that the world simply ain’t fair. The other 18,446 are infinitely more important than getting tickets to a game, no matter how momentous it may seem.
If you got tickets and are going to use them yourself, then my heartiest congratulations; I know you’ll have fun. If you bought them with the mere intention of opening up bidding on any of the myriad of ticket re-sale sites or via the classifieds or what-not … then I hope you spend your profits the way George Costanza spent the money he earned on interest:
And by the way, lawdog, I am a nerd — and I’m damn proud of it.
And one more thing, Foxy … the elbow comes and goes, like George Costanza’s involuntary elbow twitch.
Three Costanza references in one blog … not too shabby. See you Wednesday.