I was that kid in Denver’s Mile High stands, heart thumping like a war drum, scraping coins from mowing lawns in Arvada, washing cars in Aurora, hustling on Colfax’s cracked sidewalks to pack Invesco Field. Shannon Sharpe was my hero, his No. 84 jersey my shield against the cold Denver nights, his catches my hope beyond the city’s gritty streets. The 1997 Chiefs...