I love sports. I'm kind of a nut to be honest. Especially when it comes to baseball and the Denver Broncos. My Wife Alysen loves sports and loves the Broncos but even she can feel a little embarrassed when I'm screaming at the TV saying "why aren't we running the ball?!?!?!". Needless to say I was pretty, pretty pumped up about them beating down the Carolina Panthers in Super Bowl 50.Some would say it was the greatest football game to ever be played on this planet... ok maybe just Bronco fans say that but after our Broncos lost (and lost badly) in Super Bowl 48 to the Seattle Seahawks, it was oh so sweet. Especially since most of my family, being from the Pacific Northwest, are Seahawk fans and rubbed it in my face for the last two years. As soon as they won, I headed downtown. Not to riot or tip cars but just to say I was a part of it. To feel each person's happiness and elation when you walk by them. I woke up the next morning tired from being so happy and my first thought was "when is the parade?" Alysen ended her work day early, we packed up Tommy in our baby backpack and we headed down to the Civic Center. It was insane. We had to park so far away that the arguments in the car about where to park became a thing. Little Tommy wasn't a very happy camper about the whole thing so our trip was cut short so I only got to shoot around for about 15 minutes. It was amazing to see our city filled up with pride. The sea of orange created by over a million people was a beautiful site to see. I'm just glad I was a part of it.
