We have a house full of sad Bronco fans tonight.
Obviously, as Coloradoans, we were rooting for our boys, but we’re also BIG Peyton Manning fans. He’s just such a good guy, ya know? He’s a man of character and professionalism…despite this horrible game, he’s the best quarterback in history…and he kinda looks like my hubby. 😉 We also can’t count out Wes Welker, a Red Raider alum – who wouldn’t love him!?
It’s just hard to watch the good guys lose, ya know?! After Sherman’s classless tirade after the NFC championship, who WASN’T rooting for the Broncos? Plus, we live in such a fickle world and that makes me sad for Peyton; he’s had the greatest season of his career (save for a Super Bowl win) and I can already hear the chatter. This one bad game will overshadow his whole, incredible season. Needless to say, after this horrific loss, we’re a little speechless…dumbfounded…teary-eyed…
And? Little Wryder has a fever. He woke up crying this morning (unusual) and was pretty cry-ey and grumpy at church (unusual). He then woke up from nap with a 100 degree fever, hence all of the crying shots I’ve gotten of him. We gave him a little Tylenol and sent him back to bed right after half-time.
He doesn’t know the Bronco’s lost yet, though he had to have a good idea. He might wake up crying again in the morning…