We were wasps with new wings. Now we're bugs in the jar.

So....
If you haven't figured it out over the past four months (frantically reloading the page before eventually gauging out your own eyes no doubt), I lied when I said I would be up on the Broncos, or the Nuggets, immediately following Christmas. Instead, time passed and made me a liar. Now we are two weeks away from the beginning of the NBA playoffs, I'm writing this on a new computer, and I'm super pissed that I only get to wear this shirt once. Now Iverson is talking retirement, Cutler is sailing out of town on a river of tears, and Josh Mcdaniels is talk radio's new buffoon ("Mike S. from Cherry Hills, you're on the air." "I TOLD Y'ALL SO.") Oh yeah, and I've damn near broken my jaw talking myself into the Nugs shocking the NBA world.
So here's what's up: Over the weekend, I'm going to flush all of this Broncos nonsense out of my system. Call it losing my religion.
Next week: I'll analyze the Nuggets' season and discuss the irrational amount of emotional energy I will be investing in their success over the next 1-3 months. By the time the playoffs start I'll be caught up, in text and in breath. Promise.
Thanks for coming back again. We're all in this together.