Thursday, February 6, 2014

Slice of Life #6

     The White Team Ruled the Day

    I ease onto the couch - the coldness of the leather seeping through my clothes and giving me goose-bumps. Today, for much of the country, is one of the biggest non-holidays of the year. I wanted to stay at our house, or go to a friend's, but I was stuck with my parents taking me to one their sort-of friend's houses. One of my sort-of soccer friends, Rene (I cant figure out how to put an accent over the e), is sitting next to me, and unfortunately, once he didn't make the team we were both on last year, we have grown to not be able to connect on a conversational level.
    The coin is flipped - our offence is starting the game. Peyton Manning calls the play. The game has now officially started in the eyes on the fans. the ball is snapped, Peyton gets it and throws it down the field into the hands of Eric Decker, he runs- plowing trough the entire defense. Down the field he goes, an amazing run, and into the touchdown!!! Six points for Denver!!! Oh wait. That isn't what is happening. The snap goes flying over Peyton Manning  and into our own end zone, our running back dives onto the ball just before it is picked up. Two points for Seattle. Wow. The game went according to that rhythm for the rest of the game. The worst first play in NFL history.
     Everyone is in shock at the party - how could we play like this? This has by far been the worst performance this season by the Denver Broncos, and I know this even though I am not much of a football fan. All throughout Denver, people are struggling to block that game out of our minds, and all throughout the country, people can easily agree that the white team ruled the day.