Seriously. Really. No joking.

Peyton Manning. THE Peyton Manning. This is the same guy that torched us year after year, leaving me jaw dropped at Mile High, depressed, frustrated, amazed, mad, inspired and frustrated with my head hanging, watching our orange and blue faithful fall just short, something like 41-44 each time. As long as there was time on the clock, we couldn’t give Peyton the ball.

This is the guy who knows what your defense is going to do before your offense leaves the field. 

Peyton is a Bronco.

I never, ever, in my wildest dreams thought I would be saying that. I cannot describe in words my excitement. It’s finally time for us to be great again. Let’s do this!

Is it September yet?