05-01-2015, 08:22 PM
I used to work overnights at a restaurant that was in a direct line from the old Mile High stadium. Frequently late at night we'd get the players in after late meetings or games or practices or partying. Most of the time it was the working stiffs, the O and D line guys, the ones who could go out without being mobbed. But now and then we'd get the big stars; Elway came in once on his way to go hunting and my co-workers embarrassed themselves fawning on him. I felt like the guy should be left alone to enjoy his frigging meal in peace. I mean honestly, can the dude catch a moment of solitude?
Thank god I am oblivious to the opinions of others while caught in the blinding splendor of my own cleverness.