Coach Shanny warms up before trying to run me down in the Parking Lot of Mile High

How Mike Shanahan
almost killed me

It seemed innocent enough. I was fairly disappointed to see the Broncos pull out another undeserved win that night.

In the process the Broncos took the lead in the AFC West, a division that is crazy-difficult to play in, that somehow the Broncos had control of after this evening.

But fate wasn't quite done slapping me around yet...

And neither was Mike Shanahan...

OK so he never hit me - not with his hands, anyways. But the intent to kill is unmistakable - even from a head coach in the NFL. I mean, who really believes that Jon Gruden hasn't at least THOUGHT about it. See what I mean?

Mike Shanahan and I never really have seen eye-to-eye with the management of what has always seemed to be a gifted team - The Denver Broncos. So what he did this day didn't really surprise me in that sense, until I thought about the fact that we had never met and he had literally NO IDEA who I was. Then it kinda surprised me, and I thought for a moment that it might be a mistake.

But this was no mistake. He was out to rub me out, to cancel my checks, to notify my next of... well, you know.

To kill me.

Maybe he knew I would be writing this very article and - being the MASTERMIND he is - foresaw the damage inflicted on his career as a head coach. Maybe he was drawing up a play for the new playbook called "Face-Off right" - and mistook me for a cornerback on the opposing team. Whatever it was, that night was unforgettable.

I was walking along, minding my own business, even wearing a Broncos hat - but to Shanny it was no better than Dick Cheney's hunting partner wearing an orange vest. He saw blood, and he was ready to pull the trigger.