It might be more fun this way
Here’s my dirty little secret: I had much more fun as a Broncos fan during Tebowmania than I’ve had during any point of the Peyton Manning era. And I’m sure there’s a good portion of you that agree with me.
Why? I don’t now … Adrenaline? Surprise, maybe?
During that Tebow season, it was as if every snap, every block, every tackle held the weight of the world; I’ve never been so captivated by football, even if it was very bad football. With Manning, I knew the outcome before the game even started; we were going to win. So when we inevitably fell in the playoffs, the only real, lasting emotion the season left me with was soul-crushing disappointment.
There’s no part of me that looks back at the ’12 and ’13 seasons with fondness. All I see is Rahim Moore‘s outstretched fingers and Kam Chancellor destroying Demaryius Thomas across the middle.
But with Tebow, I don’t know if I’ll get over how fun and unbelievable that run was.
And, yeah, I know I’m playing the spoiled fan card, but it is what it is. I’m not saying I’d rather have Tebow than Manning — I definitely would not — but for a 16-game regular season, it’s more fun not knowing whether the Broncos are going to win or lose; I’m more invested.
With Brock at the helm, I have no idea what’s about to happen next. And I’m excited.
