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Mike Shanahan, the Broncos organization, and the entire state of Colorado are still clinging to their Godhead and official car salesman, AutoNation Elway. Shanahan tries to make all his QBs fit into the magic slippers, from Gus Ferotte to Brian Griese straight through Jake the Snake. But they’re all more frog than prince, and the old glory just won’t come back, durnit. [Disclaimer: Despite the moniker, my favorite team is whoever the Broncos play that week. Go, um, Chiefs!]
Plummer was always suspect in Denver for poor decision-making, mental meltdowns, and a tendency to throw the ball up for grabs when the chips were down. Last season he seemed to have outgrown all that. Maybe, Donkey fans dreamed, he was the new Prophet after all. Praised be the Orange! Long live Elway!
Then Jake reverted to his old ways in the the playoff loss, and in the first half of the Rams game he looked like he was possessed by Kurt Warner. To the horror of fans, the old Jake appears to be back: He is a False Prince – no Elway at all, curse the Fates!
(By the by, Jake’s road rage incident shortly after the playoff meltdown didn’t much help his cause. For Griese, slipping and falling in his driveway was enough to turn the tide. Rear end someone, then get in their face, well...)
So the torment of Bronco fans goes on. Taunted nightly by the Old Order in an endless stream of car commercials, with no heir apparent, a Time of Troubles shakes the foundation of the Regime. O, Elway, thy very name giveth Life, why must you mock us so! When will a successor Incarnate emerge and lead us from the wilderness!
Jay Cutler... Could he be... Oh, if only... Lo, hail the Holy men to annoint Him, for a Child is Born unto the Front Range. Let Him be Good...
Expect the vilification of Cutler to begin as soon as he takes a snap.
