Elway's goal has always been to be "the best quarterback ever to play the game." How's he doing? "I'm playing better football than I've ever played. Maybe I'll never get there statistically because of my first 10 years, but if I can be the best now, the best this year, one of the best to ever play, that would work too."
Sports is funny that way. After so many years, Yankees manager Joe Torre finally got the chance he deserved and the championship he deserved, and now Elway is getting the coach he deserves, the team he deserves and the chance he wants so badly, the chance at healing an old wound. Now Janet prays, "Please, God, if we can't win the Super Bowl, let us lose in the playoffs."
If Denver wins it all, Janet thinks John will retire. John grins that lopsided grin of his and says, "I'd love to have to cross that bridge. Oh, man, I'd love it."
When he's finally gone, goose bumps will be at an alltime low. The other day, as Elway was getting ready to head to Mile High, he asked his seven-year-old son, Jack, if he was going to come to the game and see his dad play. Jack began listing all the things he needed to do that day: play soccer, play basketball, play Nintendo, etc.
Elway sighed and said, "You know, Dad's not going to be playing football forever. You ought to come and watch while you can."
Sounds like excellent advice.