Early in the fourth quarter against the Patriots, with the Broncos pinned deep in their own territory like a turtle on its shell, I really started to miss him.
Trevor Siemian scrambled from a clean pocket in his own end zone for a minimal gain. Justin Forsett took one of those doomed Gary Kubiak second-and-long handoffs and went nowhere. Third down was the typical Broncos surrender: no one got open, the protection collapsed, Siemian threw an errant pass and a lineman drew a holding flag to complete the inside straight.
Another three-and-out. Another listless, hopeless-feeling offensive performance.