United in Orange

I find the cult of sports fandom fascinating. All day long, I had coworkers coming up to me and offering their congratulations after the Denver Broncos beat Carolina to win Super Bowl 50. I received heaps of praise and so many fist bumps, high fives, and pats on the back, you’d think I played a crucial roleContinue reading “United in Orange”

No Bright Colors in the Zombie Apocalypse

I was watching The Walking Dead last night and made an interesting observation. Not sure if I ever noticed it before, but for some reason there are no bright colors in the zombie apocalypse. Everybody is cloaked in gray. This lends an eerie ambiance to the show, but a one-dimensional wardrobe is not very realistic. IContinue reading “No Bright Colors in the Zombie Apocalypse”

Put a Lid On Your Trash Talkin’

So, my beloved Broncos apparently forgot there was a football game to be played yesterday. Losing sucks, but it’s part of being a diehard fan. You have to take the lows with the highs. It hurts that I waited 15 years to see my team make it back to the Big Show, only to beContinue reading “Put a Lid On Your Trash Talkin’”

Searchin’ For My Lost Shaker of Salt

I have a feeling I might take things too literally sometimes. Yesterday, I was heating up a cup of soup for lunch. Reading the directions on the label, I saw this: So what did I do? I reached over and shook the microwave before opening the door. Knowing full well that Campbell’s wanted me to shake theContinue reading “Searchin’ For My Lost Shaker of Salt”

Moscow Mules, Molly’s House, & More Mile High Memories

Today bites. But that’s always the case after a long weekend. Especially one so chock full of good times and amazing memories. Our adventure began Friday afternoon. After a morning that dragged so s l o w l y it felt like the minute hand on the clock was moving backwards, my dad showed upContinue reading “Moscow Mules, Molly’s House, & More Mile High Memories”

Peyton, Here We Come!

As you probably know, I’m a big Denver Broncos fan. Have been all my life. Or at least, all of the part of my life that matters (14 and up). We moved to Rapid City, South Dakota in 1983, just before my freshman year in high school. Rapid (as the locals call it) is sortContinue reading “Peyton, Here We Come!”