Kiszla: Denver unrecognizable to Super Bowl glory years.

Wherever Mr. B is, let’s hope he has changed the channel. These Broncos are unwatchable, nearly unrecognizable to anyone who remembers their Super Bowl glory and an insult to a legacy the late, great Pat Bowlen spent a lifetime building.

Losers of seven games in a row dating to Dec. 9, 2018, this team appears afraid to win.

“We’re trying to get it right. Right now we’re 0-3, living in a world of (stink),” receiver Emmanuel Sanders said Sunday, after Denver lost 27-16 to Green Bay by doing what bad NFL teams do best.

With three turnovers, the Broncos beat themselves.

“I need to find a way to play better. I have to find a way to get sacks and do my job. No one holds me to a higher standard than myself,” said linebacker Von Miller, whose slump can no longer be dismissed as a bad run of personal luck or explained away as good gameplanning by the opposition.

The Broncos are bad. And boring. Who are these guys?

Their plodding, no-soup-for-you offense is as stuck in the 1990s as “Seinfeld” reruns.

“We’re definitely going the long, hard

way,” quarterback Joe Flacco said. He directed three scoring drives of at least a dozen plays against the Packers but has also led Denver to a not-sogrand total of 46 points in three games as the team’s new starting quarterback.

This Denver defense has meekly embraced a bend-butdon’t-break attitude instead of boldly swinging the hammer Miller used to pound Carolina quarterback Cam Newton into submission in Super Bowl 50.

“We need to go back to the drawing board to figure out different ways to create opportunities to get some turnovers,” safety Will Parks said.

Nobody saw this coming: Three weeks into the regime of new coach Vic Fangio, Denver has more losses (three) than sacks and turnovers combined (zero).

Maybe calling a blitz couldn’t hurt.

The Broncos are stuck in a world of stink. Think former coach Vance Joseph and exquarterback Case Keenum are allowing themselves a chuckle? Maybe the real problem here is not the coach or the QB, but president of football operations John Elway, who has picked the men failing in tough jobs.

Yes, the Broncos hung tough at Green Bay, with the score tied 10-10 late in the second quarter, only to see costly fumbles by Flacco and rookie tight end Noah Fant in a span of three minutes and 33 seconds on either side of halftime allow the Packers to build a two-touchdown lead. In a results-oriented business, maybe that’s one, small consolation. Denver might be a team of shaggy dogs, but there’s no quit in them.

“Not giving up because the outside noise tells us that we (stink),” left offensive tackle Garett Bolles said.

Well, here’s the stinking truth: Style points don’t count in the NFL. You are what your record says you are. In the standings, Denver is as 0-3 as the gosh-awful Miami Dolphins. That’s not noise. It’s reality.

All the Broncos have left is delusions to ease the pain of watching a football season not yet a month old swirl down the toilet. As they discarded rain-soaked jerseys for their traveling duds in the locker room, any big dreams of playoff contention had also been swapped with modest goals of baby-step growth.

Players love Uncle Vic, but his lack of risk-taking on both sides of the ball is beginning to feel like the strategy of a firstyear coach who fears his team could get embarrassed on any given Sunday.

“You got the solutions?” said Fangio, the only coach in franchise history to go 0-3 at the outset of his Denver career. Well, here’s one suggestion. The best thing anyone from Broncos Country saw all this dark and dreary afternoon in Wisconsin was a 1-yard touchdown credited to running back Phillip Lindsay, which pulled Denver to within 24-16 in the third quarter.

But I don’t care what anybody else says, it was rookie guard Dalton Risner who actually scored that touchdown. When Lindsay was stacked up short of the goal line by Green Bay defenders on fourth down, Risner wrapped his massive arms around his 5-foot-8, 190pound teammate and tossed the running back into the end zone.

What Risner did was bad to the bone.

“That felt a lot like pig-wrestling growing up,” said Risner, raised on a Colorado farm. “I grabbed a lot of pigs and threw them all the time. I was telling the guys on the sideline that it was a familiar feeling. Just treat Phil like an animal, pick him up, throw him in the end zone and you’ll get a touchdown.”

In deep slop now, the Broncos have nothing to left to lose.

If they’re doomed to be a wretched football team, at least be bad to the bone.