BroncosVille Discusses: Too Early for Mass Suicide?

There's no way to get around it. The House has fallen into disrepair. The soffits are soft, the plumbing unplumbed. There are fucking three-pound rats running across the kitchen countertop and the Administrator is fighting them off with a mop handle.

So let's apply a metaphorical coat of paint to this bizzy. First up, a softball to the lurkers: have the Broncos finally sunk to the bottom of the AFC West?

It rips my lower intestine to say so but it looks like a nod. They got old at key positions quickly, following the loss of Sam Brandon at safety and the additions on the defensive line, and simultaneously went young at others, i.e. quarterback. Bad combination.

Add to that the baffling special teams...sweet skating Christ, you could bring in a young Dick Vermeil coated in magic Papale sauce and it wouldn't matter. Scott O'Brien was pining for some soothing whiskey after week two; by now he's probably scoring Mexican brown at the corner of Colfax and Logan. Before the Chargers game we cut the young returner everyone was chubbin' about three weeks previous for a guy we dropped beforehand. Guy we dropped promptly fumbles away a touchdown before Cutler can strap on his helmet. Ay. Yi. Yi.

The run defense is simply dreadful. Sam Adams is 350 pounds of Krispy Kreme. Alvin McKinley gets in the game only to get pushed to the side. The rookies have their moments, but they're rookies. They say it takes around three full seasons for young front four guys to really develop, which could mean the next few years around these parts will have a distinctly Cardinals-esque feel to them. Champ is great and Bly's not bad, but a 14-foot tall Lester Hayes golem couldn't cover an NFL receiver as long as they've had to.

I've been saying 6-10, 5-11. I'm not straying too far from those predictions. This will, I think, be the year that produces the Broncos' first Top 10 draft pick of the Shanalithic Era.