Especially when the other team flat gives the game away, gift-wrapped and scented with perfume, in the first quarter.
Honestly, as a lifelong Broncos fan, I have seen some pretty ugly Superbowl losses. I watched Phil Simms put up an 88% completion rate in 1987. I saw Doug Williams and the Redskins score 35 points in one quarter in 1988. I saw Joe Montana’s 49’ers crush my home team 55-10 in 1990, still the record for the biggest blowout in Superbowl history.
But those Broncos teams were in the championship due solely to last-minute heroics by (still) the greatest quarterback to ever don the blue and orange. In truth, as a team, they had no business being there in the first place, and were only in those games due to the very best of luck.
This is different. This was the most prolific offense in history. This was a defense that, while not at the top of the league, was gelling and playing great at exactly the right time. This was a super-talented, high-flying, unbelievably great football team.
And they gave up.
They gave up before the game started. Obviously, before they even finished the national anthem.
The Seahawks came prepared to play. The Broncos, well, they showed how prepared they were on the very first offensive snap. A play that scored Seattle’s first points because, for some reason, it wasn’t important to them to get the fucking snap count right.
And it was all down hill from there.
I should have known. I talk endlessly with friends about the importance of solid, smashmouth football. Of good defense. Of running the ball. Of attitude and swagger. That football, when it comes down to it, is a game of who’s tougher, not faster or prettier or has more finesse.
The Seahawks had it, the Broncos didn’t. And no one but the Broncos players and coaching staff are to blame.
Way to go, guys, you embarrassed your loyal fans in the worst way possible, on the biggest stage possible. I’ll be lucky if I can ever get my kids to take on my fandom now.
At the beginning of the season, I picked the Seahawks to win it all (though I figured they’d be beating New England, to be honest).
Sometimes, I hate being right.