Now, I wouldn't go and call myself superstitious by any fanatical means...but there has been a voice running through the halls of my mind chanting irritating tunes, jumping on the hardwood floors and driving me absolutely BONKERS! What calls of relentless fortitude haunt my every thought?
<FLASHBACK> November 12, 2011... a day that haunts many a tailgater, brings tears to children's eyes and destroyed hopes of a BCS embellished finale to the YOKM (Years of Kellen Moore). Fans entered the stadium enjoying the season's showing of Uni-que designs of stylish uniforms expecting to see another awesome day of Horned Frog smashing goodness. Then...they came. Those horrible, gaudy, miserable Unis of Longhorn descent. Yes, we had practically NO BLUE on our men as they prepared for battle! WHAT WERE WE THINKING!? The Football Gods shook their heads in shame. Rightfully so. They knew that those colors were meant for miserable, miserable Texans. NOT proud Broncos. As those final minutes passed in the 4th quarter, our hope of a Vegas-free Winter diminished like a wisp of air. I prepared a gasoline bin in the parking lot after hours with anticipation, awaiting Coach Pete to console me in my sorrows and permit me to burn every last Uni from that day. Alas, he did not come...I drove home crestfallen and forlorn
<FLASHFORWARD> November 3rd, 2012...we remember this day all too well. Shan't we forget? Those wretched orange Unis reared their ugly faces yet again to taunt the Olympus. Defenses were tight, but the final countdown again sunk each Bronco's heart. Try as we might, our men lost yet again.
<FLASHFORWARD> Present...it is time Bronco Nation...now. Time we rise and stand tall! We must honor our Blue heritage and hold to that which is true! Let us raise our hammers and rid ourselves of this orange curse! Let us ride to victory and destroy the BCS walls that shelter the feeble-minded reporters and nay-sayers. For Blue we began, and Blue we should ever remain!