When I watched Von play his first couple of years, I told Terry Frei in 2013, "In my opinion, Von Miller is the best pass-rusher I've seen in a Broncos uniform."

Of course, he was 67.5 sacks behind me at that point, but I was just looking at the way he approaches the game. He's always in optimal condition. He plays the game like a kid who's just out there having fun, doing what he does.

He does those silly dances — I mean, Fred Astaire could teach the kid something about dancing — but to see somebody enjoying what they do for a living like that is really inspiring.

I had my fingers crossed that he would get a sack. I was driving in from Houston, and I made the mistake of betting a former teammate. I bet $25 on lunch he would get it on the first two series, but it took until the third quarter.

But that's OK.

It was clear to me when he took off from the line of scrimmage on that play, he had such a burst of speed. I'm like, "Ok, this is it. This is it! He got him!"

When it happened, the whole atmosphere in the stadium was electric.

After the game, I headed down to the locker room.

We have a good friendship. It's not one where we call each other on the phone and we sit and share our week's experience, but when we do see each other, I feel like he's a long-time friend.

When he looked up and saw me, I was about halfway across the locker room. And he stopped what he was doing, he got up, and he was approaching me.

He went to extend his hand. I opened my arms.

This is a hug moment. This isn't a high-five or a handshake. This is what we've been waiting for since you started playing football here. This is an embrace.

And while we hugged, I told him, "Great job, I'm so proud of you.