Tough People Do


For 36 years, the Alabama gymnastics team has looked towards one leader.  Coach Sarah Patterson.  She is one of the last great decisions Coach Bryant ever made when he hired her.  She was a very green, recent graduate from Slippery Rock State College, but he took a chance on her.  I like to think he saw a little part of himself in her, and that was his key to know she’d be successful.  If we’re being honest, “successful” is a bit of an understatement here.

Last week, Coach Sarah resigned as head coach in this amazing letter to focus on her health.  It’s one of those things that you know will happen eventually, but you’re still never prepared enough when it does.  It took me until today to be able to watch her resignation announcement (below) because I couldn’t go there, yet, mentally.  She’s the kind of person you hope lives forever and coaches just as long.  But reality exists for a reason: to make us face our fears, to make us grow, to make us adapt to change.  And interestingly enough, Coach Sarah’s dedication, toughness, and inspiration that have helped her athletes and colleagues face fears, grow, and adapt over the years will now help all of us fans do the same.

Since the NCAA began awarding a national championship in women’s gymnastics in 1982, only 6 universities have ever won it.  Alabama is responsible for 6 of them including back to back championships in 2011 and 2012, the latter of which tied Coach Sarah with Coach Bryant for most national championships by an Alabama coach.  But that’s not what makes her a champion.  Certainly the rings and trophies are great and the long overdue champions plaza named for her is a good start to honor her legacy, but it’s the impact she’s had on the athletes she coached that makes her a champion.


The best kind of coaches do not simply coach you to win the competition.  The very best coaches teach you to win the game of life.  They stress the importance of your education in the classroom as evidenced by entire teams being named Academic All-Americans, many of them with 4.0 GPAs.  They instill a compassion for giving back to those less fortunate.  They provide an environment ripe with opportunities to grow physically, mentally, and spiritually.  They prepare you to face every challenge in life head on.  They don’t make you a better athlete.  They make you a better person.  And Coach Sarah is the very definition of the best kind of coach.  To that end, I am certain our new head coach, Dana Duckworth, will be phenomenal in the role, and that certainty is for only one reason.  She is a Coach Sarah athlete.  When you learn from the best, you know how to teach like the best.

For 36 years, Coach Sarah gave us everything she had every day.  She exemplified what it means to be a member of the Alabama Family in every thing she did.  She beat the odds by building one of the premiere college gymnastics programs in the country.  She fought for our girls every step of the way and taught them to be leaders in their jobs, their communities, and their families.  She has improved the world in ways that can’t be quantified.  I will miss seeing her, dressed to the nines, excitedly cheering on our girls, but the great thing about legends is that their heart and spirit remain with the program even after they depart.

For now though, she remains a member of the Athletic Department and takes on an exciting role with the NCAA Gymnastics Committee while she faces this new set of challenges with her health.  Coach Sarah has never shied away from the trials she’s faced throughout her career, and I expect this to be no different nor do I expect the outcome to be anything other than a triumph.  Tough times don’t last.  Tough people do, and Coach Sarah is tough people.

Roll Tide, Coach Sarah!  

Roll GymTide, Roll!

Who Loves You ~ Jersey Boys Movie Review


I am not a professional movie critic, and thank God for that because I do know a good thing when I see it.  Jersey Boys isn’t just a good thing.  It’s a great thing, but we’ll get to that.

I was lucky enough to see the stage production on the National Tour in December 2011.  It was phenomenal.  It was a funny, heartbreaking, exciting two and a half hour rock concert.  I was singing Four Seasons songs for days afterwards, and I wanted to go back, again and again.  Then, a few months ago, I saw this movie trailer online.

And I got really nervous and really excited all at the same time.  It’s similar to making a book into a movie.  It’s a nerve-wracking thing.  You want those words in that book to come alive before you on screen, but you’re nervous that all the things you love and adore about that book won’t be portrayed the way you imagined them as you read.  Everything about the stage production of Jersey Boys from start to finish is incredible and amazing, and the opportunity to have all that energy and delightful fun in a permanent form for which I could someday own a DVD was a thrilling prospect.  At the same time, I wondered what on earth would Hollywood do to my memories of the stage production, i.e., how would they ruin it?

My mother has seen the stage production multiple times because she loves it so much, and the movie was released the weekend of her birthday.  I mean, how perfect is that?!  I was cautiously optimistic for her because I didn’t want it ruined for her, either.  I waited with bated breath that Friday knowing she and dad were going to the first matinée showing.  I couldn’t wait to hear her review because honestly I know no other more qualified expert on this particular show than my mother.  She came home, typed me a quick email about how fabulous (her word) it was and how they had added a few scenes which worked perfectly but beyond that the movie was the stage production just on the big screen.  Ok…sold.  I saw it the next day, and then went again the following Saturday.  My parents are coming for a visit next week, and we already have plans to see it then.  I read a post from one person today that said they’d seen it 15 times.  It’s that good.

When I saw the stage production, we sat in the balcony.  It wasn’t a bad seat because the theatre wasn’t large, but I still believe there’s a certain intimacy you get from a movie vs. a stage production.  The actors on stage are trying to reach every person in the theatre through their performance and projection.  On film, it’s just the camera.  After I saw the movie the first time, I had this overwhelming feeling that I was getting my very own private stage production viewing, like these four guys were telling their story just to me.

vanity fair

One thing I was thrilled about was the casting of John Lloyd Young along with many of the other actors from the various companies of the stage show.  I thought it gave authenticity and strength to the movie because these actors have mastered their roles.  They knew these characters in some ways better than they knew themselves.  It felt like we were getting the hybrid of each character from the lot.  The best of the best.  John Lloyd Young won the Tony Award (and every other award possible) for originating the Frankie Valli role on Broadway, a performance I never got the opportunity to see.  If his performance on Broadway was even half that of what he does in the movie, I will regret not seeing that til the day I die, but the beauty of this movie is that I get to catch a glimpse of what I missed.  His performance is intoxicating, and I’m not even talking about his singing.  The dramatic story of the Four Seasons is written all over his face.  The hardships they overcame, the devastating losses, and the fight to make it all happen, it’s all there in every word he speaks.  Add to that his perfection in voice, and by the time we get to the top of hour two, I’m in love, and I’ve officially forgotten what the real Frankie Valli even looks and sounds like because John Lloyd Young simply is him.  I’ve learned that his preparation for the role on Broadway was maniacal.  I haven’t read this about any other actor who has played Frankie.  John Lloyd Young wanted to be certain his performance was as genuine and reverent as possible, and he achieved that over and over.  It’s that dedication to his craft that comes through in every scene.   It moved me to tears for the final 20 minutes of the movie.  His reaction to the crowd after singing Can’t Take My Eyes Off You makes me bawl like a baby.

Michael Lomenda plays bass player Nick Massi, and when I pulled my Playbill out from the stage production, I discovered he was the Nick Massi in that company, too.  So, I like to tell people he’s the only Nick Massi I’ve ever known.  I’ve refrained from stopping complete strangers on the street to say this though.  I love that he’s Canadian, and has a flawless Jersey accent.  He also gets to deliver the greatest comedic lines of the entire show.  All you need to know is a pile of towels, a sink, and tiny bars of soap.  I laugh so hard I cry, and at the end of those lines, Gyp DeCarlo (Christopher Walken) just says, “thank you for sharing,” and I’m done for.  Truthfully, of the Four Seasons, Nick Massi’s story is the most heartbreaking to me.  Maybe it has something to do with him being the only one of the Four Seasons who is no longer with us, or maybe it’s how brilliant he was only to have to put up with so much and end up leading such a sad life.  His story just hits me hard every time, and I just want to give Michael Lomenda a great big hug by the end of it.

Bob Gaudio.  Go ahead.  Try to say that name without sounding like you’re from Jersey.  I guarantee you can’t do it.  I know.  I’ve tried.  Erich Bergen who opened the first National Tour and then performed in the role for the first two years in the Vegas company, is nothing short of brilliant.  Bob is the kid from the right side of the tracks with more musical genius in his little finger than most of us could ever hope to have.  I have the soundtrack in my car, and I listen to it every day on my way home from work.  I cannot even begin to measure the size of my smile when “Cry For Me” starts.  It’s the first song Bob sings for Frankie, Tommy, and Nick before he joins the group, and it’s exemplary.  The casting story for Erich goes that Clint Eastwood asked the real Bob Gaudio (see you can’t say it without sounding like you’re from Jersey) which one of all the Bob’s was the closest to being the real him, and Bob said Erich.  The rest is history.  The way Erich portrays the friendship and partnership he and Frankie have leaps off the screen.  I feel like part of Bob’s character represents us, the audience, because to understand this story means to want to fight for these guys.  Wanting to fix things for them.  Wanting to just make everything better.  They’re all so talented that you just want to strip away all the “old neighborhood” strings attached.  Bob manages to pull a boatload of #1 hits out of his hat that are songs which have underscored nearly all our lives at one point, and in doing so, he gives Frankie Valli an avenue, an outlet for his angelic voice.  And through the movie, I feel like Erich’s portrayal of Bob really takes us on this journey through their friendship.

Tommy DeVito is a schmuck, and that’s putting it nicely, but I kid you not, you will love and hate Vincent Piazza in this role.  You’ll want to smack him one minute and hug him the next.  Shoot, I even have Tommy’s opening line of the movie stuck in my head.  Tommy wanted all the fame and the money and the girls, but had no clue how to actually manage it all on the right side of the law (and loan sharks).  He was given an incredible gift in the form of his friendship with Frankie Valli because Frankie was going to be loyal to him no matter what.  It’s what you do when you’re from Jersey, right, Michael Lomenda?!  Vincent Piazza is the only one of the four who never did the stage production, but there’s not a single, solitary moment in the film where you can tell that.  Everything you’re supposed to think and feel about Tommy, Vincent embodies.  He’s the charmer who will break your heart and your dining room chairs.  One thing I really noticed during the band’s performance of Who Loves You is Vincent watching John Lloyd Young.  Maybe Tommy’s supposed to do this.  I don’t know.  But there’s a certain awe in the look in his eye when they’re singing and he’s catching a glimpse of John Lloyd Young.  It’s as if he’s just enamored with John Lloyd’s talent, and I, for one, can’t blame him.


I could speak for days about the hysterical Joey Russo’s portrayal of Joey (first name only, so I don’t give that part away for anyone who doesn’t know the story).  I mean the kid really did kind of put the group together, but he always seems like a pipsqueak to me, and Joey Russo does not disappoint.  I could wax poetic about Renée Marino’s dark, harrowing portrayal of Frankie Valli’s first wife Mary Delgado.  She’s a ball buster, and you kind of want to hate her most of the show, but in this one pivotal scene when she’s inconsolable while clutching the hands of her family members…lordy…you know in that one moment exactly why Clint Eastwood cast her.  I’m actually really looking forward to seeing more of Renée in other projects.

I think my initial nervousness about the stage production being made into a movie was because of Clint Eastwood.  While I know his remarkable and vast talent as a director, I was still a bit like, really?!  Then you go see it, and you see the way he makes everything you love about the show that much deeper…that much more involved.  He makes you feel these characters in your bones.  The coloring of the film is perfect.  The cinematography is out of this world.  But the single greatest thing he did for this movie besides the impeccable casting was to have the guys sing live.  No prerecorded music.  No lip syncing.  That’s part of why this movie comes alive.  That is what makes you feel like you’re sitting in a theatre alone getting a private performance.  It’s what makes you sing along and dance in your seat.  It’s what makes you feel like you’re a part of the action…like you’re in a time machine at an actual Four Seasons concert for two hours.  But the finale…OH MY WORD…the finale.  It is worth the price of admission alone.  When it’s over, I want to run up to the projection room and rewind just to watch that last bit, again and again and again.  It is his nod to all us lovers of the stage production.  It’s as if he’s saying to the audience, “thanks for trusting me with your beloved musical.  Here’s a little gift for you.”  And if you haven’t fallen in love with John Lloyd Young by the time the finale rolls around, you will in that moment.  Whenever the DVD is released, I’m certain I will watch that finale first before I go back and watch the whole movie from start to finish.

As I said, I’m not a professional critic, but I wanted to put my thoughts out there for anyone who hasn’t seen the movie, yet.  I’m on a personal mission to increase the box office receipts.  If you happen to live in a place the National Tour never reached, go see this movie.  You’ll see what you missed.  If you’ve seen the stage production and love it, go see this movie.  You’ll love it, too.  Oh hell…just go see the movie, already.  And if I haven’t given you enough reasons here to see it, might I add one quasi related reason.  These are the shoes John Lloyd Young wore to the premiere of the movie at the LA Film Festival.  If you can’t go to a movie out of respect for a man with this much style, I just…I don’t know what to do with you.  Smokin’ Hot!

jly shoes

Make Dessert and Eat It, Too: Pudding Mousse


In my undying quest to find desserts that fit my healthy diabetic lifestyle, I decided to take one of the recipes my mother gave me for Pistachio Pudding Mousse and experiment with it for other flavors.  Particularly, I was looking to make the pudding mousse variations taste like other desserts because sometimes you’re just craving that flavor.  And because I’ve had some genuine success with re-creating those flavors in a different form, I thought I’d share those with you all.

Keep in mind, if you’re one of those “I can eat all the sugar I want and not die” people you can replace any of the sugar-free pudding mixes with their fully loaded versions…or you can just have the actual dessert I’m trying to re-create the flavor of here…lucky ducks.  I’m also certain you could pour any of these into a no-bake pie crust and make yourself a mousse pie.

You can use any variety of cream cheese (regular, fat-free, neufchatel), milk (skim, 1%, 2%, whole), and/or Cool Whip (original, sugar-free, fat-free, extra creamy) you want.

Mom’s Pistachio Pudding Mousse (the original and basic):

8 oz cream cheese, softened
1 cup cool whip (not an 8 oz tub…an actual measured cup…I usually do a heaping cup)
Sugar-Free Pistachio Jello Pudding Mix
2 cups milk

Place the cream cheese in the bowl of your mixer and beat on medium speed until smooth. I usually turn this on while I’m making the pudding. Set a timer for 5 minutes. In a separate bowl, whisk pudding mix with 2 cups of milk for first 2 minutes of the 5. I know it sounds long, but consider the muscles you’re building in your arm. Place bowl in the fridge for the remaining 3 minutes.  You want the pudding to be almost set, but not be actual pudding completely. Scrape the sides of the mixer bowl and continue beating cream cheese until the 3 minutes in the fridge are up. Add the pudding to the cream cheese and beat on medium until combined, scraping sides of bowl as needed. Add the cup of cool whip to the bowl and beat until combined. Pour into plastic container with a lid and refrigerate until ready to serve (at least an hour). Enjoy.

Lemon Blueberry Pudding Mousse (so far my favorite):

8 oz cream cheese, softened
1 cup cool whip
Sugar-Free Lemon Jello Pudding Mix
2 cups milk
1 tsp lemon extract, optional
Frozen blueberries

Prepare pudding mousse as directed above excluding the blueberries. Stir in the lemon extract, if using, right before you pour it into the container to refrigerate. You could use fresh lemon juice but keep in mind the more liquid you add to the recipe, the less mousse consistency it will have, which is why I went with extract instead. You could also probably add lemon zest. Add the blueberries to the top of each dessert dish when you are ready to serve.

Orange Creamsicle Pudding Mousse (seriously tastes exactly like one):

8 oz cream cheese, softened
1 cup cool whip
Sugar-Free Vanilla Jello Pudding Mix
Sugar-Free Orange Jello Gelatin Mix
2 cups milk

Prepare pudding mousse as directed above except whisk both the pudding mix and gelatin mix together with the 2 cups of milk. You’re not actually making the gelatin like you do the pudding. You’re just trying to get the orange flavoring into the mousse. I know it sounds weird, but trust me, it’s delicious, and it works.

Strawberry Cheesecake Pudding Mousse (first variation I tried which sparked the other ideas):

8 oz cream cheese, softened
1 cup cool whip
Sugar-Free Cheesecake Jello Pudding Mix
Sugar-Free Strawberry Jello Gelatin Mix
2 cups milk

Prepare pudding mousse as directed above in Pistachio variation and Orange Creamsicle recipe.

Tiramisu Pudding Mousse (this one took a couple experiments to get right):

8 oz cream cheese, softened
1 cup cool whip
Sugar-Free Chocolate Jello Pudding Mix
2 cups milk
2 tsp coffee extract

Prepare pudding mousse as directed above adding the extract as the last step like in the lemon blueberry variation. I tried this variation first by replacing the cream cheese with 8 oz mascarpone cheese, but the consistency and flavor wasn’t right. I also tried it using cold strongly brewed coffee, but the liquid also changed the consistency and didn’t give enough of a coffee/espresso flavor to it. So, cream cheese and coffee extract it is, and it worked like a charm.

Chocolate Peanut Butter Pudding Mousse (this one’s in the fridge right now chilling):

4 oz cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
1 cup cool whip
Sugar-Free Chocolate Jello Pudding Mix
2 cups milk

Prepare pudding mousse as directed above in Pistachio variation except you need to beat the cream cheese and peanut butter together while you whisk the pudding mix with the milk. The 5 minutes will make the cream cheese and peanut butter light and fluffy. This is perfection on a spoon.  I almost licked the bowl.  If you’re feeling extra crazy chop up some sugar-free peanut butter cups and stir them in before serving.

Remote Control

The slate of new and returning shows from network television coming this fall following their announcements at their upfront events this week.

Fall 2014-15 TV Schedule

Fall 2014-15 TV Schedule (PDF)

Links to show descriptions can be found in the PDF link above by clicking on the Network call letters at the top of each column.

Coming to a Sunday Near You This Fall

Built By Bama


five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In doctors, in glucose
In weight loss, in carbohydrates
In work outs, in meds
In blood tests, in spikes*

*Adapted with great appreciation and reverence to the late, great Jonathan Larson.  My apologies for getting that song stuck in your head.


A year ago today, my life changed when I was diagnosed with Type-2 Diabetes.  As shocking a diagnosis as it is, diabetes doesn’t give you any time to process it before you have to jump head first into “getting healthy;” a phrase I’ve come to understand is relative.  I’ve learned more medical information in the last 365 days than I had in the previous 34 years of my life.  It’s organized, compartmentalized, and easily accessible all upstairs in my noggin.  The biggest thing you have to learn right out of the gate is it is all manageable.  What that entails is far more than the space I have to type here, but I want to give you a little window into what the last year has actually felt like.

Diabetes affects every aspect of your entire body and life…every organ…every function…every choice…every decision…EH-VER-Y-THING.  If my blood sugar gets too low or too high, it changes my mood, my balance, and my ability to think.  There are long-term problems for my feet, eyes, heart, liver, and pancreas just to name a few.  My hair is thinning not because of my medication, but because of the disease itself. My medication alone can ruin my kidneys, but have no fear, I’m also hypertensive, and the medication I take for that creates a force field around my kidneys to protect them from both my medication and my diabetes.  But the constant thinking and analyzing and planning that goes into all of this is probably what took the most getting used to.

I wake up thinking about food and glucose numbers.  Did I do good enough the day before that my morning fasting number is going to be in range?  Two hours after a meal, did I calculate my nutritional intake well enough to be in range?  Did I remember to take my medication?  How many hours has it been since I ate?  When I travel, did I pack enough medicine and testing supplies for my trip?  Do I need to pack snacks to get me through the trip?  If a friend asks me to go do something, is it going to coincide with a meal time? And if so, is food involved in whatever we’re going to do?  If it’s not involved, what time do I need to eat my other meals in order to fit this into my schedule?  If it does involve food, is it going to be food that is (a) nutritionally balanced and (b) going to fill me up?  If someone asks me to have lunch or dinner with them, is the restaurant they’ve chosen, diabetic friendly?  Am I being a burden to them by having all these other things to consider just so we can go shopping or to the movies or to a game?  These are just a few of the questions that run through my head constantly.

Over the course of this year, I have drastically changed how and what I eat, and truthfully, I manage very well with my medication regimen and those changes in both my eating habits and my activity.  I have a regular exercise routine, which I still have no desire to stick to in the sense that I don’t jump out of bed excited to get on the treadmill or work out, but I get out of bed and do it.  In the last month, I’ve added running (more like jogging) to the routine and, Heaven help me, I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, I might actually be enjoying it.  But if I ever actually sign up to run on purpose and not as necessary exercise, someone organize an intervention.

Trying to decide how much information I want to share with someone who doesn’t know my diagnosis when they simply ask “what have you been doing?” has been a learning curve as well because that’s a loaded question.  For the most part, I’m open and honest about the reasons my appearance has changed so drastically.  After the first several times you tell various people, “I was diagnosed with diabetes” and they get that “oh I’m so sorry” look on their face, it gets easier.  I only had one person whose response took me aback: “Really THAT’S what it took to get you to change things.”  I don’t think he necessarily realized what he said or how I took it, and it probably shocked me more than it should have, but I wanted to crawl in a hole and cry until I couldn’t hear his voice in my head saying those words to me.  That didn’t happen, and I can still hear his voice.

I’m not gonna lie, the shame part of this diagnosis has been the hardest to “live” with.  I imagine that’s going to be a part of my psyche for the rest of my life.  The what ifs that will plague me until the end of time.  And truth be told, a great deal of the shame is the result of our society being uneducated about the disease.  The majority of people think overweight/fat = diabetes, when, in fact, heredity has more to do with diabetes risk and diagnosis than anything else.  When I took my “So you have Diabetes, now what?” training classes, which as you might imagine feel like being sent to the principal’s office, more than half the participants who had recently been diagnosed were nowhere near what any of us would have considered overweight or unhealthy.  Honestly, they were downright skinny.  So I realize my shame is rooted in what society incorrectly believes.  Slowly but surely, I’m beginning to wear a good bit of how far I’ve come in the last year as a badge of honor…of courage…of strength.  But, underlying all that is the little girl inside me who just wants to be “normal,” again…to not be different from everyone else.  But I’m never going to be that ever, again…not that I ever really was, but still.  This doesn’t go away.  I don’t take a pill and I’m cured.  I take a pill and I survive.  I have to be on high alert every second I’m awake for the rest of my life.

Sadly, it makes me occasionally resentful.  I find myself getting really and truly angry and jealous when I see someone devouring a giant piece of cake or any other mountain of carbohydrates that I would only be able to eat a bite of…if that.  I ask “why is my pancreas broken and theirs isn’t?” a lot…seriously…A LOT.  Speaking of carbohydrates, I absolutely HATE…and I mean HATE with the heat of a thousand suns…any shortened or slang version of that word: carbs, carbos, etc.  I know it sounds like a weird thing to fall on your sword about, but it’s like nails on a chalkboard to my ears.

Now that’s the dark side.  Let’s get to the positive.  To date, I have lost 40 pounds though I can’t seem to get the scale to move anymore…hence the addition of the running to jolt my body.  I have 20 more pounds to go to be just inside the healthy section of the BMI chart for my height/gender.  (Side note: DO NOT get me started on that damned BMI chart or as I call it “the standardized test for our bodies.”)  Happily though, I’ve moved not only out of the “plus size” section of the women’s department, but comfortably into the “misses” section.  As much as I hate to admit it, they have better clothes in the smaller sizes.  The weight loss is a bonus and I get to walk into a store and pick up clothes off the rack that I know will fit and try them on only to see if they look good on me.  I actually feel good in them.  The part where people tell you how great you look and how great you’re doing with adjusting to all of this is a pretty good ego boost.  They tell me about how I’ve taken the bull by the horns so to speak and said to diabetes, “I’m in control, not you.”  Like in A Few Good Men, when Jack Nicholson says, “You F’d with the wrong Marine.”  Diabetes F’d with the wrong diabetic.  The ironic thing about going undiagnosed for however long someone does, is that you don’t know how bad you were feeling until you make these changes and you start feeling better.  So, when someone tells me how great I look, I’m very quick to say, “thank you, but the important thing is that I feel better.”

In less than 8 months, I reduced my A1C from 9.5 at diagnosis to 5.6.  A 5.6 is actually in the normal range for a person without diabetes, but that’s my A1C with the aid of diet, exercise, and pharmaceuticals.  My goal is to not need the medication…to control my disease with diet and exercise alone.  It’s an attainable goal that my doctor and I are confidently working towards because I have plans.  I have priorities.  I keep my nephew’s preschool graduation picture in front of me where I test my glucose.  It reminds me of two things: (1) there are people who want me around for a little while longer and (2) I want to be there when Lincoln puts on the other caps and gowns in his future.

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes is a lot of time to learn a lot of new lessons about my new life.  The most important one is that having a strong support system makes a world of difference.  I have people in my life who have encouraged me, told me I’m an inspiration to them, loved me, let me be angry, let me cry, treated me no differently than before, answered my stupid questions (cough*Tesney*cough), not judged me when I ate the cupcake anyway, and just generally been there with silence, hugs, laughter, and most of all understanding and compassion.  I would not have survived this last year without every one of them, and I know I won’t survive the years to come without them, either.  At the end of the day, this diagnosis saved my life, and my support system is helping me live it…one minute at a time.

The Morning After


Here’s what I’ve learned in 20 years of being a Peyton Manning fan.

There will be unbelievable wins and there will be unbelievable losses. Shoot, last night wasn’t even the worst one of the bunch. Every win is pure joy. Every loss is heartbreaking. Despite some people’s opinions of him, he is the consummate professional no matter the outcome, which I saw again in his post game press conference. He is a teammate and a fighter. He doesn’t give up just because someone thinks he should. I remarked late in the 4th quarter that I don’t know how he has the strength of mind to walk out on that field knowing how big the deficit is, but that’s what a competitor does. He walked out on that field because in his mind he felt like he could find a way. Every one of those men in orange believed they would find a way no matter what the scoreboard said. And that’s the kind of team that has earned and deserves my support.

I spent 4 years of my life as a quasi UT fan cheering on Peyton in college with great teammates like Peerless Price. I spent 14 years of my life as a Colts fan cheering on Peyton and a multitude of professional football players and coaches who still make me smile with the simple mention of their name. Memories flood back to me from people like Tony Dungy, Tarik Glenn, Bob Sanders, Marvin Harrison, Cato June, Joseph Addai, Adam Vinatieri, and Dwight Freeney…just to name a few. I have spent the last 2 years of my life as a Broncos fan cheering on Peyton and some of the greatest men to ever play this game. Men who battle day in and day out because they are a part of something that matters. Guys like Nate Irving, Omar Bolden, Terrance Knighton, Champ Bailey, Duke Ihenacho, Mitch Unrein, Danny Trevathan, Wesley Woodyard, Mike Adams, Orlando Franklin, Manny Ramirez, Zane Beadles, Wes Welker, Demaryius Thomas, Eric Decker, Jacob Tamme, Knowshon Moreno, Montee Ball, Julius Thomas, and Matt Prater…again, just to name a few.  I have prayed for Coach Fox to survive open heart surgery not so he could return to coach the team but so he could see his teenage daughter grow up and walk her down the aisle some day at her wedding.

These are people whose lives matter to me. Whose successes and failures matter to me. And so here we are 20 years after the first time I laid eyes on Peyton Manning throwing the football around in the front yard with his father, Archie. I have been through a lot of successes and a lot of failures over the years, and lived to tell about it. But, if you told me that game last night could have ended differently if I just gave back any one of those successes, I would’ve said, “NO DEAL.” It’s about the journey. It’s about the body of work. It’s about being a fan in good times AND in bad. No one success or failure is more important than another. I am just grateful that in all of this I can say the good outweighs the bad.

In fact, with as heartbreaking as it ended, this season has been, without a doubt, the most fun I have had in these 20 years. These men made me believe in loyalty, again. They reminded me to never say never. They taught me that no matter how old you get, there’s always someone who will give you a second chance to prove your worth. Most importantly, I learned the color orange isn’t really all that bad, John Elway’s actually a pretty cool dude, and the Denver Broncos have my eternal gratitude, love, devotion, and support for as long as I live!

I hope I can be a fan they’re proud to have cheering for them.

United In Orange


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