On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, the Broncos winning 35 to 3. (Okay, technically the first day of Christmas has the Chiefs at Steelers and the Ravens at Texans. But whatever.)

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three 7 and 10’s (as in, the final season wins and loss record of Indy, Cincy, and Miami, which would assure the Broncos a playoff spot regardless of their last two games.), a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four falling birds (nothing major – maybe a slight ankle sprain to Lamar Jackson and Derrick Henry and two other Ravens to make our path easier), three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, five golden rings (okay, technically a Super Bowl victory would make it only 4 golden rings for the Broncos – but five if we include the Nuggets win in 2023), four falling birds, three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

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On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, six at least playing (no, make that seven at least playing their games on a normal channel instead of Netflix or Prime.), five golden rings, four falling birds, three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

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On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, seven John a grinning (like number 7, John Elway.), six at least playing, five golden rings, four falling birds, three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

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On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eight beers a milking (apparently, you can get a 16oz beer at Mile High for $8.29. But I usually go for the bigger, more expensive brands – so I’m milking it.), seven John a grinning, six at least playing, five golden rings, four falling birds, three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, nine ladies dancing (I was thinking Cheerleaders, but if you’re imagining Shotgun Willie’s – you do you.), eight beers a milking, seven John a grinning, six at least playing, five golden rings, four falling birds, three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

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On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, ten GORDs a heaping (by GORDs, I mean Gastro-oesophageal reflux disease, and by heaping, I mean scoops of beef, beans, queso, jalapenos, and anything else piled up on my nachos.), nine ladies dancing, eight beers a milking, seven John a grinning, six at least playing, five golden rings, four falling birds, three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eleven pipers piping (which can be quite common in Colorado), ten GORDs a heaping, nine ladies dancing, eight beers a milking, seven John a grinning, six at least playing, five golden rings, four falling birds, three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a twelve man drumming of the Kansas City Chiefs on both the offensive and defensive sides, even if KC is resting their starters, eleven pipers piping, ten GORDs a heaping, nine ladies dancing, eight beers a milking, seven John a grinning, six at least playing, five golden rings, four falling birds, three 7 and 10’s, a two-team parlay that I love, and the Broncos winning 35-3!

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Alan Tapley The Athletic Supporter

Alan Tapley is an educator, author, and blogger who has lived just outside of Boulder for the last twenty years.  His published work includes two novels, two children’s books, a series of cartoons in the Minneapolis Star-Tribune, and multiple sports related articles. His love for family and the state of Colorado is only matched by one thing, his passion for sports.  The first baseball game he ever attended was at Wrigley Field, before there were lights.  At the final Bronco game at the old Mile High, he allegedly cut out a piece of his seat in the South stands.  But regardless of being here for the Avalanche’s last Stanley Cup, the Rockies only World Series appearance, and all the Broncos’ Super Bowl Victories, his wife never fails to remind him that he wasn’t at the University of Colorado in 1990, like she was.  The year the Buffs football team won the National Championship