Super Bowl Suspense
Anyone who has read my recent posts is aware of the following:
1. I have an official Broncos jersey;
2. I am an unsigned free agent;
3. I was recently injured.
For an update, I am pleased to report that I have removed myself from the injured reserve list and declared myself ready to play in tomorrow’s Super Bowl for the Broncos.
I am waiting by the phone for that call from Coach Fox. With all the distractions this week in New York, the poor man has not managed to find time to get me signed and to fly me out to the team hotel. Apparently, he does not see the need for me to practice with the team. I appreciate the confidence that he is showing in me, but I would be more comfortable having a little time to practice. I’d prefer getting out there with some time to spare rather than this last minute stuff. I suppose he wants to surprise the Seahawks. “Hey, Pete Carroll, get a load of who we just added to our roster!” Coach Fox wants to see the fear in Pete’s eyes right before game time. I understand the psychological warfare. I get it. I will go along with the surprise strategy.
I am wearing my jersey as I type these words. I don’t even have to pack. I am ready, Coach.
I am all dressed up with somewhere important to go. Like I said, all I need is that call.
Sugar acts like the call won’t come. She said we are going to a Super Bowl party tomorrow. She should have told them that I will probably be playing in the game and can’t attend the party. Won’t they feel silly when they are watching me on TV?
If Sugar does not take this more seriously, I might not get her a ticket. She might have to watch the game on TV.
That will teach her an important lesson. Next time I tell her that I will be playing in the Super Bowl, she better pay attention if she wants to sit in the stands with the wives of the other players. For a trophy wife, Sugar has a lot to learn.