Editor's note: All writing, editing and photography for this story was done by Ryans
DENVER -- "Hey, look, Ryan's here!"
It is 4:30 p.m. on a Friday. Beer o'clock. The shout goes up in a Denver bar as a man indeed named Ryan strides through the door. Suddenly, everyone in that bar, roughly 250 people, all begin hollering a rolling chorus of "Hey, Ryan!" Then the entire no-way-the-fire-marshal-would-allow-this crowd breaks into a unified chant. "RY-AN! RY-AN! RY-AN!" You see, they are all named Ryan, too.
New Ryan is steered toward a check-in table, where two men named Ryan ask to see Ryan's ID to officially prove his Ryan-ness.