The rink was rocking at the good old hockey game with the best kind of lung-rattling loud. Some goon from Minnesota wearing No. 18 on his Ugly Christmas Sweater took a run and delivered a cheap shot to the head of Avalanche goalie Darcy Keumper. And Colorado fans all went insane.
Then my cell phone rang.
“This is John,” he said Monday afternoon, in a distinctive voice so authoritative it cut through the happy din of Ball Arena that was banging on my eardrums like a gong.
The Duke of Denver wanted to chat.
If it had been anyone other than John Elway on the phone, I might have told him to call back later, because I was busy watching a team, unlike the Broncos, that actually has a chance to win a championship.