ATLANTA – The Broncos have everything they need for a Super Bowl run except a BarcaLounger.

On game days from now through February, the team’s equipment crew can set up a recliner on the Denver sideline for Granpappy Sean Payton to let him take a load off his aching feet.

Davis Webb has got this. Instead of Payton, Webb is directing the offense now.

The Broncos offense, starting with quarterback Bo Nix, is lucky to have Webb.

While it’s always dangerous to jump to conclusions from a preseason NFL game, what we saw Friday night during the Broncos’ 27-7 thrashing of those silly Dodo Birds from Atlanta cannot be denied.

A star was born.

Enjoy the long touchdown drives and scoreboard fireworks called by Denver’s 31-year-old offensive coordinator while you can.

A year from now, don’t be surprised if Webb is scripting plays for his own NFL team as a head coach.

He’s the hottest assistant to bless a Broncos coaching staff since Mike Shanahan was whispering sweet nothings and naked bootlegs in the ear of John Elway before everyone realized Shanny was a Mastermind, way back in the early 1990s.

Pappy Payton won’t ever rest easy, sipping Gatorade from a tippy cup. But he can now save his energy for ripping the officials or retelling stories we already know by heart about how he once was the mayor of Bourbon Street.

But I only kid the ones I love.

I’m happy to give kudos to Pappy Payton, my new drinking buddy, for the most impactful move of the offseason that could well push the Broncos over the hump to the fourth NFL title in franchise history.

Some folks will tell you that new receiver Jaylen Waddle was the missing piece to this team’s championship puzzle.

I’m here to say: Guess again.

Describing his new CEO role on the Denver sideline, Payton cited a 1970 movie he watched as a kid with his parents.

“Jack Lemmon,” Payton said, scanning the recesses of his memory for details of the flick. “He’s a note-taker. He wants everybody’s name. He’s upset. He cracks a tooth on a Cracker Jack toy surprise.”

Cajoled by Pappy Payton, the media wretches scrambled to the Google machine and searched until coming up with the classic comedy’s name: “The Out-of-Towners.”

Like Lemmon’s character in the movie, Payton is a maniacal note-taker. The first hint of fall in Colorado is when the coach pumps up his obsession with every little detail in the team’s football operation to 12 on a scale of 1-10.

How obsessive? I kid you not: Payton reviewed spreadsheets, creating a depth chart and memorizing every name on the list, not only for the players hopping on the team plane to Georgia, but for all the trainers, public relations staffers, members of the equipment crew and even the interns.

The man lives to sweat the small stuff.

If backup quarterback Jarrett Stidham can look like an All-Pro under Webb’s guidance, imagine what Denver’s new offensive coordinator can do for Nix.

“There were little things (Webb) was telling me in the headset, doing a real good job of communicating, being really calm and collected,” said Stidham, who completed 9 of 15 passes for 131 yards, leading the Broncos to a 24-0 advantage at halftime.

“He’s going to be a really good play-caller for a really long time.”

The late Jim Fassel, pretty good himself at conjuring magic from his play sheet back in the day, handed the keys to the New York Giants offense to a brash 35-year-old Payton way back in 2000.

A generation later, Payton has paid it forward.

One of these years, we’ll look back at this moment as the most important break of Webb’s brilliant NFL coaching career.

By nature, football coaches are control freaks, shaped by the unhealthy obsession of breaking down every frame of red-zone packages, then rewatching every incomplete pass and touchdown again.

So what Payton did here by taking a half step back to see the big picture is his most inspired coaching move since calling that ballsy, game-defining onside kick against Peyton Manning’s Colts back in Super Bowl XLIV.

Webb came out smoking, making music as sweet as George Benson from his play sheet. In their opening four offensive possessions, the Broncos went touchdown, punt, field goal, touchdown.

It won’t always be such smooth jazz.

Every O.C. has a plan until he gets punched in the mouth with a flurry of three-and-outs.

“We all think we have an idea how a game might unfold,” Payton said.

He’s a firm believer, however, the art of play-calling is more about the arrangement of X’s and O’s. The conductor of an NFL offense must also feel the rhythm, whether the game turns into an unrelenting track meet or bogs down in a defensive slugfest.

“How do you reset when it’s not going well?” Payton said.

Neither Nix nor Waddle was permitted the chance to sizzle on a muggy summer night in Hotlanta, where the Broncos didn’t dare risk breaking any of their prized offensive toys on the artificial turf of Mercedes-Benz Stadium. 

But we all saw the future of how this Denver offense is going to rock ‘n’ roll.

And his name is Davis Webb.