We are the champions
There’s an Indianapolis Colts flag flying over a military base in Iraq today.A parade and rally for the Colts took place in my hometown yesterday.And one of my Bears-fan co-workers will be wearing my Dwight Freeney jersey to work tomorrow.To quote my favorite comedian, Mel Brooks, “It’s good to be the king.”For the first time in my life, I can brag that my football team, the Indianapolis Colts, won the Super Bowl. I can finally say “I told you so” to all those Indy haters out there and boy are there a lot of them in Colorado.
I should have put some money down in Vegas.I’m so excited about the Colts winning the Super Bowl, I feel like I should be going to Disney World, too. The last time I was this happy, I was signing divorce papers.Reveling in this Super Bowl win feels a lot like a dream, so much so I need someone to pinch me. On the arm, preferably.Unless that certain someone is Peyton Manning.Although I didn’t really do anything to help the team win, I feel like a winner which is way better than feeling like a loser. That Queen song “We are the Champions” is stuck in my head. My co-workers may carry me out of the newsroom on their shoulders when I leave work.If winning feels this good, I never want to lose again.
When I play volleyball tomorrow night, I’m going to bump the ball like a pro. Saturday night, when I’m on stage for my Laugh Your Aspen Off comedy set, I’m going to kill. I’m even going to watch TV like a champion.I’m on top of my game, waiting for a surprise Gatorade shower at any moment. I’m thinking of naming myself MVP of something.I just don’t know what yet.I’m on a winner’s high, unable to concentrate, sit still or form sentences. Wait, maybe that’s the aftereffects of tequila shots.I’ve tasted sweet victory and can never go back. My horoscope even says I’m having a five-star day.
But there’s just one problem.Being on top usually means at some point I’ll fall down hard. That’s Murphy’s law. I just hope it doesn’t happen on Saturday night.I’ve agreed to do this stand-up comedy thing at the Wheeler Opera House, despite what my gut tells me. I get butterflies just thinking about it. In the span of a few minutes, I have to make a lot of people laugh. That can usually be achieved by falling down the stairs, showing people my senior pictures or singing, but I’m supposed to be funny by telling jokes.If I can pull this off, I am going to Disney World.April E. Clark always believed the Indianapolis Colts would win the Super Bowl. She can be reached at email@example.com or 945-8515, ext. 16601.
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