People ask me why I love this game with the passion I do and it’s because of days like today. Because not only are these men professional athletes, they are real humans as well, with insights and perspectives unknown to the rest of us. Here is just one of many many stories I have in my cranium after spending the day at the course with my childhood heroes.
So my day began at five o’clock in the morning When I packed the car and drove across town to a beautiful country club called The Ranch, where the tournament was going to be held. I had gathered up the funds to attend this tournament by parlaying an old home theater system into a pair of Dr. Dre Beats which I had Demaryius Thomas autograph and then sold them to a good friend of mine for the $200 which was the cost of my ticket into the tournament. I knew that my pal Becky McKernan was going to be volunteering at the tournament and I immediately heard her laughing when I turned the corner into the courtyard. I walked around watching the players mingling with the golfers until eight o’clock when the shotgun start for the tournament began. I decided to walk from the clubhouse to the tee box at the seventh hole where Becky was keeping records for a closest to the pin contest; a longer walk than I had anticipated. I heard a golf cart rumble up behind me and a man with a southern drawl yell, “you need a lift?” I turned around and looked at it was Charley Johnson, Broncos Ring of Fame member and longtime star of the team when I was a young child.
He looked older and more frail than I would’ve liked but my memory served me well as I sat next to my childhood idol and we rambled down the cart path until we came to a crowded area and had to pause while a number of golfers hit their first shots off the tee. I decided that I would share a story with Mr. Johnson about my mother and how, when I was younger, she would often come home from work and proudly announce that she had met one of several celebrities or athletes during her day. I told her of the day she said that she had met him, the great Charley Johnson, and of how exciting it was for her to shake hands with someone like him. She then extended her hand to me and said, “Shake the hand that shook the hand of Charley Johnson.” I told him that I could almost feel his DNA in her handshake and I had never seen my Mom look so proud. Sitting in that golf cart, I knew I had the opportunity to finally tell him what had happened, truthfully and honestly and I was so happy to have the chance to share my story. Finally, we arrived at the tee of the hole in which he was scheduled to drive and I said my thank you’s for the lift and the chat and he said, “Well, let me shake your hand this time.” And he did, and I know it sounds corny, but I felt a strange sort of triad around me as I gripped that hand that had thrown all those touchdowns and I thought about my mom who had passed away 11 years ago and who would’ve given anything to be standing where I was at that moment, when he smiled that football card smile that I recognized immediately and said, “You say hi to your Mom from me too, huh?”
And as he more hobbled than walked away, I did just that. He is, after all, the quarterback..
But then again it’s just football.
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