President Obama, it's time to admit what we Coloradans already know: You're a Broncos fan.
You can't deny it, nor should you try. At least 53 percent of 2008 voters and 51 percent of 2012 election goers in Colorado thought you had what it took to be called Big Chief for four years and then four years more.
And no, we weren't thinking Kansas City.
Some went as far as to wear "Bronco Obama" T-shirts to support you on the road to reelection here. The campaign between "Bronco Bama" and Mitt Romney got so intense it brought a 4-year-old to tears. Sure, she got over it, but are you really gonna make her cry again because her president doesn't support her home team?
Granted, you're not the country's greatest football fan, and everyone knows that given the chance you'd much rather fill out a March Madness bracket (aka "Barack-etology") than watch 60 minutes of the world's best sport. That's cool.
Still, as Sen. Obama you accepted your party's nomination for president in 2008 at Sports Authority Field, then called Invesco Field at Mile High, during what was called "America's convention." You even described Peyton Manning as "one of the best of all time."
Well, Mr. President, now's the time to back that up.
At the very least let White House photographer Pete Souza gram a candid shot of you in a #18 jersey.
Politics are definitely a component of this Super Bowl. The Feb. 2 matchup between the two states that legalized recreational marijuana has been deemed everything from the "#stonerbowl" to the "Pot Bowl" and even the "Super Bowl."
But even if you decline the offer of one of our state's Congressmen to tour the Colorado pot industry, at least give us your support on game day. What do you have to lose?
Will the National Zoo close its seahawk exhibit? Because that's not a thing. Will Mrs. Obama not wear any more orange one-piece suits? (Because between the two of us that'd be OK.) Or maybe you're worried about disillusioning young adults since Seattle is pretty happening - don't worry, the Affordable Care Act did a sufficient job of that.
But this is your chance to turn it all around. Or at least, a part of it.
This is your chance to make up for Jay Carney's beard. This is your chance to make up for not dancing Gangnam Style like Mitt Romney. This is your chance for never inviting me to play golf. (I'm horrible at golf, as you've read in my "private" texts to friends, but still.)
Make your friends on the left happy: You're throwing your support behind a "local" team that doesn't use Native Americans as their mascot. And your besties on the right would totally tip their hats to your ability to root for America's team. They may even brush Benghazi under the turf for a week or two to root you on.
Yet this would be cooler than all of those things put together.
This would be gold orange.