The Broncos Last Chorale
From the orange-draped halls of Asgard to the blue skies of the Ute Mts., tomorrow, thundering broncos will descend to trample the brittle twigs of seahawk legs.
Eggs will break and not even plaid-grunged coffee-bingers will put them back together again, anytime soon.
Women and children of New England, hide your men under the Jersey Bridge, so they need not breathe the stadium winds carrying the outrage of equine-bitten birds losing feathers and beak.
Seattle lovers, cast your hopeless odds into the Puget Sound so it may drown your desperate dreams before hooves mash the twelfth man, like a hundred yards of dried-up, horse pucky.
And Monday when the sun bursts anew on the Western Coast, bring out your prayer blankets to join the multitudes of Manning worshippers whose faith was greater than Sherman's lemming-words that were marched into the sea.
Broncos 78, Seahawks 6 - by RudyG