Wow guys. Remember way back in the day when I predicted that this Super Bowl was going to be considered the greatest of all time and that the Broncos would win a hard fought battle and solidify their legacy as the greatest offense of all time? Man things were crazy two days ago. I honestly was not planning on writing a follow up to that article because who would honestly care? But I made a lot of predictions that not only did not happen, but were the exact opposite of what actually happened.

I call this picture “Right After the 2nd Half Kickoff”

I will say right off the bat, the Seahawks would have beat any team in the NFL the way they played last night. They were a machine oiled with the blood of their enemies. They were fast. They hit hard. And they wanted it more than anyone. The biggest difference in the two teams was a simple one. The Broncos changed their gameplan. The Seahawks didn’t. I loved watching the Broncos this season because it was like watching jet fighters doing stunts with a live feed of the pilots’ radio. A lot of high flying show stopping craziness with a bunch of “YEEHAWS!” thrown in. Last night, that offense looked more like a fat kid on the airplane kiddie ride outside of the Rite Aid. And the fat kid didn’t even want to be in the airplane. His mom just shoved him in it so she could take pictures. Then he couldn’t get out of the airplane because he’s like 12 and way too big for that shit now. I, and the rest of Broncos Country, are the mom in this story.

“Go on and do that touchdown thing you do! You know the one! Oh it is so cute- no not that. Stop. PEYTON WILLIAMS MANNING YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!”

But the Seahawks looked like the team they were all season turned up to 12. That is how you win a championship. You know your identity and you don’t sacrifice it to avoid risks. I am not going to be one of those guys who says “Well if the Broncos showed up it would have been different.” because if you don’t show up in the Super Bowl, when ARE you going to show up? Most likely during the regular season. AMIRIGHT?! Oh that one hurt a little. But seriously, to Seahawk fans, congratulations. I have been extremely impressed with your team, your loyalty, and your culture since you have gotten in the spotlight over the last two years. I am of course speaking to the actual Seahawk fans and not the 19 year olds in Santa Monica who still haven’t taken the tags off their Russell Wilson jerseys, but who am I to judge? A winning season can always be the introduction you need to a great team. To the Bronco fans, we got to the Super Bowl. We all agreed that was the goal this season. It just seems like we didn’t know what to do once we actually got there.

After the first half we were more concerned with how to get home.

There was a stinging fact that was not mentioned in my last write up. The prolific offenses of the past who got to the Super Bowl and were then stopped by a stout defense. The “Greatest Show on Turf” Rams offense of 2001 got stuffed by the Patriot defense that year. In 2007 the Patriots perfect season and perfect offense was tarnished by the Giants. The Broncos now join those great offenses in the Hall of Almost, adding further proof that defense always beats offense. I really did think this offense was too good for that rule to apply. Maybe it was bias, maybe I was still coming down from all the touchdowns, but clearly, I was wrong. What we know now is the Broncos have concerns to address in the off season, and the Seahawks might as well have Nike add bullseyes to their uniforms next year because as far as the rest of the league is concerned they are already there. But that is the price for being the best team in the NFL.

Also you get this thing.

Today however, we are all losers. Because football is officially over. No matter how exciting basketball is, or how awesome a day at the ballpark might be in June, the world of sports always feels a little sleepy without football. So until August (or the draft in May at least), good luck to you followers of the gridiron. You Believers of Brady. You Cultists of Cutler. That one Jaguar fan that probably exists somewhere. The Cowboy fans who secretly hate Tony Romo more than any of us. We will meet again when the heat is stale and the wind blows dry. On those late summer days when the crispness of autumn just begins to stir. Football will be back, and with it, promise of a new season. A season with a clean slate. Everyone has a shot, except the Browns who have already been mathematically eliminated from the 2015 post-season. And when those days come, I cannot wait to drunkenly explain to the waitress at Buffalo Wild Wings that the Broncos are going all the way again this season.

Just kidding. Don’t be that guy. Never be that guy.