Broncos head coach Josh McDaniels has created a ferociously competitive atmosphere, which has intrigued fans who are anticipating various outcomes of the roster spot battle's in training camp.
JJ Arrington has become yet another casualty in the war for a roster spot.
McDaniels hopes that these hard fought battles translates into success come game day.
His players have to be hardened, not only from the battle that comes from within, but by his no holds barred tactic of pulling the trigger on any player who is not dialed into his dynasty frame of mind; no matter how popular they are.
The genius of the wizard which is beyond comprehension to most, and having it unproven at this level, has players and fans alike being stoked in a blazing inferno at the moment.
The mastery of McDaniels' wizardry has summoned this inferno for one reason and one reason only—to purge the Broncos in order to refine the team into being the metal of a champion.
All the hot air from the critics is chaff being blown in the wind while the precious golden wheat lays there on McDaniels' threshing floor.
The Denver Broncos front office aims to reap huge dividends from the investment they've made in hiring McDaniels to be their bread maker.
The market exposure of the Broncos has been grossly multiplied by McDaniels' presence on the team, which followed the firing of longtime coach and executive Mike Shanahan.
The bell installed in the public relations office to ring every time ESPN mentions the Broncos name, had to be uninstalled because it was getting so annoying.
Not even changing the ring tone to the Broncos Corporate Communication VP Jim Saccomanos' favorite song (Must Be The Money) 'Ride With ME' by Nelly, could help.
"Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
The aforementioned quote is from John Donnes' Devotions upon Emergent Occasions.
The emergent occasion of Josh McDaniels has created quiet a stir in the media, especially with his trading away of the franchise quarterback and his franchise wide receiver.
Somewhere in there, McDaniels managed to sandwiched a 6-0 start to the 2009 season.
To the media and fans alike, the rookie head coach, like many great men of the past, has emerged as one of the most enigmatic figures posing as a rookie head coach. Ever.
McDaniels still has many guessing as to whether he is coming or going.
To top it all off, McDaniels had the Broncos looking like the Tasmanian Devil in the 2010 NFL Draft.
When the dust settled, the Broncos managed to not only have their hands on 20 selections of the draft at one point or another, but they came away with the most controversial pick of the draft.
The liberal mainstream media did not hesitate to make Neo-Con Tim Tebow an albatross branded on the forehead with the much maligned head coach—as if it was the mark of the beast.
Morpheus: We've done it, Trinity. We've found him.
Trinity: I hope you're right.
Morpheus: You don't have to hope. I *know* it.
Trinity: I know why you're here, Neo. I know what you've been doing... why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit by your computer. You're looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing. And when he found me, he told me I wasn't really looking for him. I was looking for an answer. It's the question that drives us, Neo. It's the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did.
Neo: What is the Matrix?
Trinity: The answer is out there, Neo, and it's looking for you, and it will find you if you want it to.
Morpheus: The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.
Morpheus: I imagine that right now, you're feeling a bit like Alice. Hmm? Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
Neo: You could say that.
Morpheus: I see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, that's not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life.
Morpheus: I know *exactly* what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Agent Smith: I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
Agent Smith: I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague and we are the cure.
Cypher: I know what you're thinking, 'cause right now I'm thinking the same thing. Actually, I've been thinking it ever since I got here: Why oh why didn't I take the BLUE pill?
Morpheus: You've been living in a dream world, Neo.
Morpheus: Welcome to the desert of the real.
Neo: Am I dead?
Morpheus: Far from it.
Neo: What is happening to me?
Neo: You ever have that feeling where you're not sure if you're awake or still dreaming?
Morpheus: If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.
Morpheus: You have to let it all go, Neo. Fear, doubt, and disbelief. Free your mind.
Morpheus: You are the One, Neo. You see, you may have spent the last few years looking for me, but I have spent my entire life looking for you.
Morpheus: This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Morpheus: [to Neo who is choosing the red pill] Remember... all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more.
Choi: Hallelujah. You're my savior, man. My own personal Jesus Christ.
Trinity: Neo, I'm not afraid anymore. The Oracle told me that I would fall in love and that that man... the man that I loved would be The One. So you see, you can't be dead. You can't be... because I love you. You hear me? I love you.
[Trinity kisses Neo; Neo's vital signs return]
Trinity: Now get up!
Cypher: Jesus. What a mind-job.
Trinity: God damn you Cypher!
Cypher: Don't hate me Trinity... I'm just the messenger.
Oracle: Do you know what that means? It means know thy self. I wanna tell you a little secret, being the one is just like being in love. No one needs to tell you you are in love, you just know it, through and through.
Morpheus: We've survived by hiding from them, by running from them. But they are the gatekeepers. They are guarding all the doors, they are holding all the keys. Which means that sooner or later, someone is going to have to fight them.
Morpheus: I've seen an agent punch through a concrete wall; men have emptied entire clips at them and hit nothing but air; yet, their strength, and their speed, are still based in a world that is built on rules. Because of that, they will never be as strong, or as fast, as *you* can be.
Agent Smith: As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson.
Agent Smith: I'm going to enjoy watching you die, Mr. Anderson.
Agent Smith: Good bye, Mr Anderson.
Trinity: What's he doing?
Morpheus: He's beginning to believe.