What Would You Do for a Football Game?

Since Papa and I swore off Comcast, we have had some pretty funny experiences being "intentional" about the shows we watch. These shows include exactly two: Sunday Morning, and the Denver Broncos football.

We have gone to hick bars, country club bars, sports bars, rented hotel rooms, begged friends, all to experience the holy grail. We've met fun and funny people, had some great food, learned about the "fantasy" culture, and had a laugh at the youngbloods and their laptops during the games. We've learned who the Bronco fans are in Seattle, Tucson, and Dallas, and figured out where the quietest corners are to tune in our game. 

This Sunday the game is in the evening, so fearing that the game would impinge on tired children's sleep, we had to develop a Plan B other than our kids' home. Papa figured it out- there is a TV on the console of the treadmills in our apartment complex exercise room. We just have to walk to keep it on. The visual: Two Geezers, like a couple of dried up old hamsters, running the treadmill so they can watch the Broncos (one of them yelling). Am I really here doing this?