Initial thoughts on the Broncos’ 38-6 win over the Atlanta Falcons in Week 11 at Empower Field at Mile High:

Mimics the word: It looks like Sean Payton has finally figured out how to kill Marvin Mims Jr. should use. A week ago, it put the Oklahoma speedster in the backfield and turned him into a runner. This week, Payton put him in the backfield … and turned him into a receiver. Then he put him in the slot…and turned him into a receiver. Then he set him in motion… and turned him into a runner on a flying move. Add it up and you have five touches for 53 yards and one touchdown. No jump-off-the-page numbers, but throw in three punt returns for 57 yards, and you’ve got a game-changer.

Javonte has juice: Every time Broncos Country gets ready to throw Javonte Williams into foul trouble as RB1, the veteran running back kicks him right back. Early in the season, when it looked like Tyler Badie might take his spot, Williams responded with 338 total yards over the next four games. Then, after carrying the ball once in last week’s loss at KC, he changed his first name back to a verb — as in Williams “Javonte’d,” former Broncos safety Justin Simmons and about half of the Falcons defense on a rough 14-yard touchdown. run in the second quarter. The final line: nine carries, 59 yards, one touchdown and plenty of job security.

Definitely strong: It was one play, and it didn’t even stop the Falcons from converting a first down, but let’s at least take a moment to appreciate Pat Surtain’s one-armed tackle of receiver Ray-Ray McCloud III on second-and- first to rate the first quarter. Surtain fought off a block with his left arm. He hooked McCloud with his right arm and pulled him back. Win by 2. Atlanta first down. But message sent. The Broncos defense and their All-Pro leader weren’t messing around on Sunday.

Orange out: It turns out there is such a thing as too much orange. We saw it on Sunday when the Broncos showed up in an all-orange top-and-top combo that should be set on fire in the Empower Field parking lot, like the mustard yellow unisex of old. Without the blue socks providing a little contrast, there’s a chance a few spectators would have walked away blind. (Side note: We were pointed out during the game and we can verify its accuracy: the stripes on the pants look like a toothbrush. Prove us wrong.)