#staalways

There were some things we did because we had to and some things we did because we wanted to, but we will never forget how either of those things changed our lives forever.

It was only after I said "it's whatever, there's nothing you or I could do" that I realized how wrong that was. There's a lot both of us could do, but I'm too scared to do it. And you're too busy to care.

I know you won't believe me when I say this...but I really don't care anymore

Perhaps this is circular logic but, what hurts me most about the game last night is what Peyton must have felt and must still be feeling. The thought of him retiring and the sands of time closing in on him made that loss so much harder to swallow. As painful as it is for me to say, and I'm crying even as I write this, Peyton doesn't have much time left. He knows that, I know that, we all know that. And all I want more than anything in the world is for him to hold up that trophy just one more time in triumph. I need him to. Peyton is someone who gives me something to look forward to time after time, his determination and love of the game has propelled me in my own sport. The will to keep fighting in the face of adversity is something him and I both share. That game was bitter for Broncos fans everywhere, but I can't stop thinking about Peyton...and how he must feel. Last night we ran out of answers and we need to find some in the off season because if anything, we need to win for number 18 just one last time...