Guys...this post is a post, of one of my dreams that came true. Fasten your seat belts!
For those who know me, know that I L.O.V.E. Football! (Disclaimer: I don't necessiarily have a favorite team, I enjoy watching certain players succeed.) Remember the Titans is my favorite movie. I would rather pick to watch any sport movie over a chick flick any day. Super Bowl is about as big of a holiday to me as Christmas is. If you don't believe me...ask my friends. haha
I came home from work and school one day in the summer and was ornery to say the least. ha It was just a rough day and I was exhausted. I opened up my lap top, dreading the fact that I had homework to do. Little did I know, my dad is a sneaky son-of-a-gun and he had Denver Broncos football tickets, sitting, right there, waiting for me. I screamed. I was SO happy. I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't.
My dad and I headed to Denver! We drove for what seemed like hours, seeing how all I wanted to be was at the game, taking it all in. My dad, being who he was decided to have me site see a few things. We went to Steamboat and ate a late lunch, it reminded me a lot of Park City, but was beautiful non-the-less. From there we headed to Rocky Mountain National Park. Guys. Nature is really a neat thing. As soon as we got into the park, my window was rolled down, breathing in the fresh air. Below there are two pictures of Elk that I captured as we continued to climb the mountain. Climbing the mountain...haha...oh how eerie it was. As we were ascending to 12,000 ft above sea level, fog decided to join us. I am not kidding when I say we could not see anything less than a foot in front of us. Knowing that on both sides of the mountain were straight drops off, wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world. Also, I found out that I would never be able to survive climbing Mt. Everest (not that I ever would want to), but man did I have a headache from the lack of oxygen I was receiving.
VoDoo Doughnuts is like this famous doughnut shop that I see on social media all the time. Well folks, they are freaking delicious. The day before the game, dad and I explored good old Downtown Denver. I have never been to Bass Pro shops, loved every second of it. Ate one too many doughnuts, and checked out Coors Field. The whole time itching for 6:00 to hit, so I could see some football.
Literally, still to do this day, this whole experience seems surreal, it was everything I wanted.
Look how cute my dad is posing with all the professionals. haha |
Every high school in Colorado has a helmet in this case. Which if you as me is pretty dang cool. |
My dad told me we were sitting fourth row in the end zone. Being the blonde that I am sometimes, I was thinking like fourth row, end zone, high up. Which I was totally fine with. But oh how I was in for a surprise. We walked into the stadium and my dad kept walking down to the field. WE WERE LITERALLY FOURTH ROW IN THE FREAKING END ZONE. People I teared up. I'm not even kidding. I took over a 100 pictures, and will spare everyone, only showing you a few. haha I sat in awe as the players came out and warmed up. I thought college players were big, are you kidding me, these guys are massive. The whole experience was literally perfection. I could hear the players on the field, I could hear the smack of pads hitting...I love football. From the opening kickoff-to the last second in 4th quarter, I sat in awe as if I was dreaming this was actually happening. My dad got me a pretzel to eat, and it took me pretty close to the whole game to finish it, because I couldn't take my eyes off of what was happening in front of me.
Von (freaking) Miller |
It was like the clouds were cheering for the Broncos. |
Dad, thank you for dragging me to Colton's little league practices, and games when I was growing up. Thank you for letting me fall asleep in the car pretty much both ways (it felt like I haven't slept all summer ha). Thank you for making one of my many dreams come true again. Thank you for always being there when I need you in every way possible. I love football, but I also love you.
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