Jack knew. The Broncos' director of pro scouting found his favorite pro person and put a hug on him that might've killed a polar bear. For two guys who usually talk until dawn at these things, they sure didn't say much. "Just that we loved each other," the son says. So this is what the other side of these feels like.
Finally, after 136 just-one-more-question-Johns, Elway jumped into a Broncos shower that was long since empty of Broncos. Alone at last, you could hear him in there, whooping like a madman: "Ooooh, baby!!! Baby!!! Yeowwww, baby!!!"
Utter joy, relief and glory?
"Nah," mumbled a towel boy. "No more hot water."