Friday Formations: The Tradition, 2010. This Time, It's Durango

Okay, so it's not really snowing like that, but it's chilly, and it did snow on us coming over Wolf Creek Pass. And though we have already logged our token time trolling up and down Main Street, spending money we don't have, we're not here for the merch', we're not here for the weather, and we sure as hell didn't drive for two days for the company.

No, folks. Believe it or not, we're currently staying 15 hours from Kansas City, where there's no NFL game this week, and six hours from Denver, where there is. That's right, it's Chiefs-Broncos Week I of the 2010 football season, and it's the 10-year anniversary of what we've come to know as The Tradition, here on the House of Georges.

If you're unfamiliar with this globally popular notion, it's a pair of annual pilgrimages in which Old No. 7 and Cecil load up the BroncoWagon and truck out to Arrowhead, and I load up the grocery getter for a haul out to InVesCo. We drink, we smoke meat, drink some more, and then we tailgate. And then we rep our road teams in the unfriendly confines of opposing home venues. Over the course of the past 10 years, we've managed to adapt life's curve balls. Wives came into the mix, we created the boys' game/wives' game annual rotation. Other travels plans arise, we flip one year's travel plans for a flop the following season.

It would seem, however, that the one thing that will trump Tradition, is offspring. Last spring, Old No. 7 and his lovely wife gave birth to their first. It was a fantastic experience for the parents, and a timely event that afforded them the flexibility of leaving the newborn with his grandparents when the Broncos traveled to Kansas City that December, and Old No. 7 was available to shake away for the game in Denver as well.

This year, however, things are different. Swiss Family Cecil has extensive travel plans on the horizon, the Sevens are expecting their second/dealing with new work-force details, and we our expecting our first as well. What does it all mean?

Well, it means that, with a mid-November game, followed by an early-December contest, that toddlers and expecting wives can't, and shouldn't, hit the confines of any professional football stadium. So, the short and the sweet of it all is that we're watching the game on television, in Durango, as a happy little HoG unit.

It's good times, and, for the first time since the inception of this blog, the Kansas City Chiefs appear to be a team on the rise, and the Denver Broncos are, well, not. So, anyway, that was easily the most pointless since, well, the last post published in here, but it had to be done. It would've been very unHoG of us to let a Tradition come and go, and not have anything to say about it.

Last I heard, Kansas City was favored by two and-a-half, and the Broncos had zero going for them in terms of running the football, or preventing other teams from doing so. As an added bonus, the Chiefs have the best running attack in the pros, so I and the wife are looking forward to a fantastic afternoon of football.

Chiefs!