The first time I shook Pat Bowlen’s hand, the owner of the Denver Broncos was sweating harder than a rich guy needs to sweat.
“Are you lost?” Bowlen asked.
Not long after dawn on a summer morning in Greeley, I stood confused, staring up at Lawrenson Hall on the University of Northern Colorado campus, overwhelmed by the sights, smells and logistics of my first trip to Broncos training camp as a 27-year-old reporter with The Denver Post.
The person that came to my rescue and steered me in the right direction was Mr.