Raise Your Fist in Triumph

The Broncos won! Break out the booze and start dancin'. Yes, it was just the second game of the season. And yes it was against a team who lost their opener in the final minutes and look on the brink doom. But to all you sayers-of-nay, I remind you that it was against a division rival, the division rival who happened to win the division last year and looked poised to repeat. Let us not be jaded by disturbing facts that might interrupt our reverie.

The truth is this: In the second half, the Broncos' defense put on as impressive a display of defensive prowess and brilliance as you're likely to see this football season. They dominated, they demolished, and they just plain owned San Diego. Pedro Martinez would quickly have declared that the Denver Defense was San Diego's Daddy. Big Daddy, indeed. Despite the offensive ineptness of The Plum and his Posse, the defense was poised to not only take the lead but to win the game for the Broncos. At a time when the offense could hardly be called such, the defense was the defense, the offense, and the heart of soul of the Broncos team. If this is a preview of things to come, I'm totally pumped about learning defensive terminology and explaining to all my devoted readers the intricacies of the two-deep zone (which is really self-explanatory). Repeat after me, "Defense Wins Championships."

But the sayers-of-nay can't just sit quietly in the corner, drink their punch, and keep to themselves can they? No, they feel obligated to remind us of all the errors and stupidity - The special teams TD called back by excessive celebration - The touchdown nullified by a penalty - The field goals missed by one of the greatest kickers ever. Hush! Hush, I say again, to all you sayers-of-nay and prognosticators of doom. The Broncos are here to stay. The defense will pick up where it left off and squish Priest Holmes, scrunch Larry Johnson, and masticate Trent Green - all on Monday Night Football. I'm ready...