Broncos Win In Season Opener ’14–And So Do I.
Saturday September 13th 2014, 10:18 pm
Filed under: Denver, Family, Health (Not Cancer)

Last Sunday, I took advantage of the great opportunity of going to watch the season opener of the Denver Broncos with my dad. He has season tickets, but every year he sells all but the first game for gold doubloons and rubies, sapphires, diamonds, and majestic silks from the Far East. At least that’s the stuff I imagine people sell season tickets for. I wouldn’t even go every week, but they seem like a hot commodity. Or like hot cakes. You can’t hold onto those things even if you try–people just gobble ’em up while you’re reaching for the syrup. That’s it, they’re gone.

Anyway, it was a great game, even if the Broncos were a little rusty around the edges in the second half. I say they were just playing Colorado Rockies style sports–gain a big lead, then let it narrow to keep people in their seats. Brilliant! It was great to see Peyton Manning play live in Mile High Stadium (yeah, you can call it “Whatever, Whatever at Mile High”, but it’ll always be Mile High Stadium to me). The Broncos defeated the Colts, which was especially important and disatisfying to the very drunk guy sitting next to me (no, not my dad–the guy on the other side), whose fantasy football team was getting its “ass kicked by his sister.” On the other (better) hand, my dad and I had a great time at the game, even though both of us have sisters out there that don’t need fantasy football to kick our asses.

Since I’ve been home from New York, my dad has invited me every year to the season opener. I haven’t always gone, because sometimes I haven’t felt up to it. There have been years I’ve felt up to going but had to leave the game very early. I wasn’t feeling great on Sunday, but I really wanted to go and that was that.

My dad always parks in this place called Diamond Hill that’s controlled by a church that must make bajillions of dollars off people that park not only in the church parking lot, but throughout all of the office complexes on Diamond Hill, too. Diamond Hill is a very half-appropriate name, in that it’s very hilly, but no diamonds have ever been excavated from it, as far as anyone I asked knew. And it’s not shaped like a diamond. It’s named after the office park, which isn’t diamond shaped or anything, either.

But it’s very hilly, that’s what’s important. Even in the high plains, there are a lot of hills in the way of things. In this case, Diamond Hill is in the way of itself and Mile High Stadium. It’s one of those hills that goes uphill both ways. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it is.

Anyway, my dad always parks in the same place, which for Denverites point of reference is north of the Children’s Museum and Elitch’s, on the other side of I-25. For non-Denverites, it’s basically a hilly mile to and from the stadium. Every year I’ve attended a season opener with my dad, I’ve had to walk back and forth over this hilly mile, and every year, I’ve had to stop to catch my breath, slow down on the biggest hills, and be very careful about my balance.

Not this year. I walked both ways without stopping to give my legs a break, I never had to catch my breath, and I never even thought about my balance. As I walked triumphantly from the stadium to the car, all I could think of was the first time I was in the stadium after getting sick. In 2008, only months after getting out of the hospital, all five members of my family went to the Democratic National Convention to see Barack Obama nominated as our party’s candidate for president.

As I walked, with steady breath, up Diamond Hill, all I could think of was being in a wheelchair, relying on my entire family to get me into the stadium, out of the stadium through massive crowds, and then force me on to a tightly-packed light rail car. I had no ability mobility by myself. And here I am, able to walk to and from our parking spot to a game six years later.

I’d never claim it was fast progress, but it’s progress I can see. I climbed that hill with no help from anyone, and I’m proud that A) I can actually see how far I’ve come (I’m not usually very good at that, if able at all) and that, B) I have come this far, even if it’s taken six years.


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That is awesome. Slow or not, progress is progress, and that is some mighty positive progress. Just amazing, Reid, amazing.

Comment by Matt Gallo 09.13.14 @ 10:53 pm

Continued Refuah Shlema- full health, Reid. Great post, great progress!

Comment by Bill Silvers 09.14.14 @ 4:59 pm

Dear Reid, I do enjoy reading your blog, because you
have such an incredible wit & perspective on
life. This blog is the most positive I’ve read from
you, which is inspiring. I hope your persistence & continued
quest for improved health continues. Maybe you
somehow inspired the Broncos to stay in the game
& win, though not pretty! Your grandma would
have been so happy with your positive experience. All
my best, Nancy

Comment by Nancy Oberman 09.15.14 @ 8:40 am

This is a great news! So happy to read it!

Comment by Rob Asaro 09.15.14 @ 8:40 am

Thanks for all your positive feedback! I’m glad I had something positive to write about!

Comment by Reid 09.17.14 @ 6:05 pm



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