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Nachos, fluffy orange socks, and Omaha

If you are lucky enough to have your team in the conference playoffs this coming weekend, you are probably going through your own special rituals to prepare for the game.  You might be hanging the team flag or drawing a giant helmet on your driveway with chalk, or painting your children and/or the dog in the team colors. You are most likely planning a special menu for the occasion.  Your nachos are, after all, the best damned nachos ever made, and without them, it just wouldn’t be the playoffs.

You are indeed a fan. You have been loyal to your team for decades and you are praying for a win.  It could happen if you wear your special team jersey, and you sit in just the right spot, drinking out of the same glass as you have for every game this season.  It could happen if you chest-butt your buddy every time your team scores a field goal, and lead the conga-line around the living room after every touchdown.

It could happen.

This could be the year.  This could be your year.

After all, don’t you deserve it?  Haven’t you bled your team colors over the years?  Haven’t you been a fan through thick and thin?   Haven’t you tried really hard not to look at the cheerleaders and keep your eyes on the game?  Haven’t you kept the economy going with all that beer you’ve bought, not to mention your collection of team paraphernalia?  Think about it.  You have invested just as much, if not more time and sweat in your team as any of the players or coaches.

They owe you.  They owe you a win.

Yes, that’s how I feel, too. 

I have shopped for the ingredients for my amazing nachos. I have washed my lucky Denver Broncos t-shirt and my fluffy orange Denver Broncos socks.  The team flag is hung.  I don’t have a driveway, but my John Elway bobble-head doll is dusted and positioned strategically at a 30 degree angle to the television, which puts it at optimum viewing level from my easy chair. I don’t have a dog, but I haven’t ruled out the possibility of borrowing the neighbor’s Chihuahua and painting the little critter blue and orange.   

I have done my part. I am ready for the game.

So, Peyton Manning, it is time to do your part.  Whatever the fuck OMAHA means, scream it all you need to.  I don’t care as long as it leads to a win.   I’ll be screaming OMAHA right along with you, I promise.  Even if I have no idea why you scream OMAHA and it seems stupid to me.  I’ll scream it. 

You can count on me, Peyton. I’m right there with you. OMAHA! OMAHA! OMAHA!

Let’s do this.

And then let’s fire the grill up, shall we?  I suddenly have a craving for a steak.



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