It’s still a week away from Halloween, but the Broncos are getting scary.

Too many monsters. Too many ways for the opponent to die.

Tonight, the Broncos fed the Frankenstein that was Emmanuel Sanders.

The Chargers were torn limb from limb.

Be afraid, AFC West. Be very afraid.

The Positives

Emmanuel Sanders was a one-man wrecking crew tonight. On his second score he gave a clinic on how to shake man coverage at the line of scrimmage (hint: be born really f#$king fast). For the game, Sanders was targeted nine times. He came away with nine catches. Any reason to think Von Miller won’t challenge Michael Strahan’s single-season sack record of 22.5? If my virgin algebra is correct, after tonight, Miller is on pace for 20.5 sacks. The real threat to Miller is the amount of double teams he’s already facing. Sufferin' succotash, Broncos, Sylvester Williams stuffs the run. I’m not sure there is a better pair of corners in the league now than Aqib Talib and Chris Harris. Nate Irving and Brandon Marshall are really growing on me, and not like a fungus. More like a skin tag. No need for cosmetic changes. Ronnie Hillman moving the pile? That just happened. Ronnie Hillman down the sideline. Whoa, dude. Phil Rivers as MVP. No. After tonight, it’s Peyton Manning—again. There is no quarterback playing right now outside of Aaron Rogers who gets defenses to give away their leverage pre snap. Also, you might want to check out Manning’s QB rating so far this year. It’s going up faster than a Cialis commercial. Speaking of erections lasting more than four hours, I’d be shocked if the Broncos don’t lock up both Demaryius and Julius Thomas for a long, long time. Outside of Orlando Franklin’s penalties, this was the offensive line’s best game of the year. Ryan Clady, in particular, played well.

The Negatives

I disagree with John Fox’s decision on the first drive of the game not to go for it on fourth down. And Phil Simms’ logic for supporting Fox was completely asinine—namely that San Diego might get momentum. Momentum is like your girlfriend’s orgasm. Often faked; never proven. San Diego decided early on to force Manning to work downfield with a lot of dudes in coverage. It was the right move, of course, and it’s the blueprint from which all opponents’ game plans will emerge. Quinton Carter apparently forgot how to play bracket coverage and let Antonio Gates behind him on third-and-twenty. Despite his interception, it seems like Rahim Moore drifted a little too much in coverage tonight. I know I’m nitpicking. Orlando Franklin didn’t have his best day at the office, but you gonna tell him? Mike McCoy did something that John Fox probably wouldn’t have done to end the third quarter. He went for it on fourth-and-goal at the five-yard line. Just like last week, I’m not a huge fan of T.J. Ward in coverage. Of course, I’m a fan of stripper poles in recreation rooms, so what does that say about me? Like the guy at the bar who rants on endlessly, I wonder if Jim Nantz and Phil Simms ever have a point. Quit playing games with my heart, Britton Colquitt. I love you. I hate you. Then I love you. Then I hate you again. Each and every punt. Nine penalties is still nine penalties too many.

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