As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that it was very full. “Wow, lots of people here” I thought to myself. I had gone over to my local neighborhood bar to watch the first Broncos game of the season. It was against the Carolina panthers, a rematch of the previous years Superbowl. It was a Thursday night. Nothing special. But this town is a Broncos town. My little piece of suburbia had a few bars around it, all of which had Broncos memorabilia all over the walls. Inside it was packed. Assholes to elbows. I said hi to a few familiar faces I knew. Mark, Dave and Leon at their usual spots. Suzy and Jason behind the bar. I remember having to wait a few minutes for the bartenders to make their way around to me. “What’ll it be, Chris” Jason asked. “Whiskey coke” I shot back. A few seconds later, I had my drink and I headed out to the patio.