I believe in Miracles

Tristan and I attended the Broncos-Colts game this weekend. For those of you keeping score, we bought tickets at face value.  I am sad to report that Mark and Suzy did not make the game.

Tickets were hard to find.  Tristan and I started the morning around 7:00 AM in our quest to find tickets. 7:00 AM was not too early as we were helped by Daylight Savings Time and a time zone difference. It actually felt like 9:00 AM.

Tristan worked the crowds and even worked Federal Street in Denver.  Once Tristan decided to ask one of the scalpers what they were asking for "uppers" (tickets in the upper level).

After expressing a bit of sadness that Stacy and Mark would not make the game, Tristan and I entered Invesco Field at Mile High.

Tristan enjoyed all of it, including the long walk to our seats.  We sat very high but we had a great view of the game.

Tristan made Rocky Mountain Thunder and yelled In-Com-Plete when Payton did not complete a pass (which was not that often).

At a critical point in the game, Tristan started yelling "I Believe in Miracles".  This was taken from one of his favorite movies, where Frank Gifford asks, "Do you believe in miracles?" as the 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team beat the Soviets.

I also learned to believe in a  miracle that day, the miracle I know as Tristan.