“Let’s all pack up and move this year.
We’ll slip the liars, and disappear.
Leave memories for auctioneers,
And those just standing still.
They’ll miss the taste of wanting you.
Call out your name, like I still do.
But they haven’t said a word that’s true,
And they only hold you down.
In this heartbreak world,
I’ve just imagined?
With tired talk,
Of better days?
In this heartbreak world,
Where nothing matters?
Come on, let’s make this dream
That’s barely half awake,
Come true! …”
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There will be those who focus on the horrific timeout
"Fat" Andy Reid called with 1:28 to go, the Chiefs at the Chargers
five yard line, trailing by three, with the clock running. And to be fair, that was a brain fart that
ultimately bit the Chiefs squarely in the ass.
But that's not what I want "Fat" Andy to account for this
morning, because in the grand scheme of things, all that timeout did was give
San Diego an extra fifteen seconds.
Considering the Chargers had all their timeouts, that fifteen seconds
isn't going to amount to a hill of beans when it's all said and done.
And there will be those who will focus on the defensive collapse
after Justin Houston, uuh, collapsed inside the two minute warning of the first
half. Up to that point, San Diego had
scored three points. They'd score 38
from there, to secure a 41-38 upset of the Chiefs that threw the AFC Wild Card
race into full on chaos (nine of the AFC's sixteen teams are at 5-6 or 4-7. Let that sink in -- over half the damned
conference, is heavily involved in the battle for the six seed. I love it!)
Still others will point to Alex Smith, who for the second straight
week, committed the number one gaffe a quarterback can make -- taking a sack
late in the half, with his team almost in field goal range. As awful as the collapse yesterday was, the
Chiefs were at their own 40 yard line with :15 to play. The way the wind was howling in there
yesterday, they were 15 yards from trying the field goal, and 18-20 yards from
it having at least a 50/50 shot to be good.
Alex Smith simply must throw the ball away when the pocket collapses
like that. It cost us three points in
denver last week. It might have cost us
the division this week.
But that wouldn't be fair to Mr. Smith, who overall played an
outstanding game (26/38, 294 yards, 3 TD / 1 INT), quite possibly his best game
of the season. That sack is not why the
Chiefs lost this game, anymore than the timeout was.
Mind you, I'm not excusing those things, but there's only one
reason yesterday ended as it did, and "Fat" Andy owes us, the paying
public, the backers of the Red and Gold, one HELLUVA explanation for the single
most indefensible, inexcusable, absolutely jaw-dropping stupid decision he made
over and over again, on that final drive, that saved the Chargers season, and
put a serious blow into the Chiefs championship aspirations.
Not just "Fat" Andy, but "Bulldog" Bob
Sutton? I've got a question for you sir.
My question is simple, and it demands an answer. And my question is this:
What in God's name is Quintin Demps doing on the field with the
game on the line?
No, really -- what in the name of God Himself is Quintin Demps
doing on the field, with the outcome of the game not clearly known?
This is two straight weeks Mr. Demps has been toasted by the
opposition. The donkeys used him as
their own personal urinal last Sunday night.
eric decker and demaryious thomas had to be drooling, lining up and
seeing number 35 in your programs across the line of scrimmage from them.
Just for grins and giggles -- fine: cruel pain and punishing
torture -- I pulled up the GameCenter early this week for the recap. Usually I don't even look at that, until I'm
confirming down and distance, or clock accuracy. I wanted to read Quintin Demps'
"defense" the last couple weeks for myself. Brace yourself -- you're going to want to
hurl an inanimate object against the wall, by the time I'm done.
Week Ten: at denver.
* 3rd and 5, 3:28 1st quarter, ball at denver 21. Demps gets burned for 70 yards by demaryious
thomas, setting up the donkeys with goal to go.
* 3rd and 2, 9:58 2nd quarter, ball at KC 6. Demps tackles knowshon moreno after a gain of
five, setting up the donkeys with goal to go.
* 2nd and 10, 4:00 3rd quarter, ball at denver 46. Demps gives up a 7 yard completion to wes
welker. The following play, Demps gives
up a 33 yard completion to eric decker.
Demps completes the trifecta of abject incompetence by drawing a flag
for being the 12th man on the field three plays later.
Those are the plays the Play by Play gives Quintin Demps, credit
for being a part of on defense.
(And please, spare me the "well, he's a valuable special
teams contributor". First of all,
he's not. He's a league average return
man at best, and he contributes nothing in terms of coverage, since he's the
primary return man on most punts.
Secondly, if someone has to use the "well, he's a valuable special
teams contributor" line as a defense for your sucking so bad, that I am
openly questioning your spot on the roster?
You're not a "valuable" contributor, period. My God, I am fuming mad this morning at Mr.
Demps. FUMING mad.)
Week Eleven: vs San Diego.
* 3rd and 3, 13:58 2nd quarter, ball at KC 43. Demps tackles Antonio Gates after a gain of
two. The play is initially ruled as a
first down, but "Fat" Andy Reid (in yet another brain fart yesterday)
challenged the spot, and won the challenge.
The Chargers immediately convert 4th and 1, and continue their drive
(which eventually ended in a punt, which makes me question Mike McCoy's competence
as well ... but we'll get to that when the recap truly begins.)
* 3rd and 20, 5:12 2nd quarter, ball at San Diego 10. Demps tackles Ryan Mathews after a gain of
ten; Chargers punt. Hey, a competent,
quality, "he did good" play out of Ol' Quint! Finally!
* 2nd and 10, 0:29, 2nd quarter, ball at KC 27. Keenan Allen makes a sixteen yard catch,
tackled by Demps, who had coverage.
Chargers score on the very next play.
Get ready folks -- this is about to get really, really ugly ...
* 3rd and 10, 14:16 3rd quarter, ball at SD 28. Demps gets burned by Eddie Royal to the tune
of 54 yards, setting the Chargers up at the Chiefs 18 yard line.
* 2nd and 6, 13:36 3rd quarter, ball at KC 14. Ryan Mathews breaks it offtackle, to be
tackled by Demps at the Chiefs 1 yard line.
San Diego scored on the following play.
* 1st and 10, 1:40 3rd quarter, ball at KC 48. Keenan Allen, after Mr. Demps botches the
coverage, takes a simple swing pass twenty yards to the Chiefs 28. Mr. Demps did manage to make the tackle. After, you know, blowing the coverage and
allowing a play designed to get 5 yards, to get 20.
* 3rd and 13, 12:57 4th quarter, ball at KC 13. Demps successfully defends a pass intended
for LaDarius Green. Chargers kick the
field goal, to pull to within one at 28-27.
* 3rd and 2, 8:03 4th quarter, ball at SD 40. (scott parks voice) Oh God. In a sign of what was horribly to come, Ol'
Quint gets burned for sixty yards and the touchdown by LaDarius Green. To say this hot-as-hell blogger was having a
full-on meltdown at this point, screaming very foul and obscene words to
describe his opinions of Mr. Demps' "efforts" and "pass
defense", would be an understatement.
I was fuming mad that he was on the field.
I was about to get angrier.
* 1st and 10, 0:57 4th quarter, ball at SD 34. Phyllis Rivers completes a simple checkdown
to Danny Woodhead, that turns into a 19 yard gain. For the second damned time in forty minutes,
a simple checkdown play designed to get 4-5 yards and keep the drive going, was
turned into a big first down against Quintin Demps.
I was about to get really, really angry, in a moment.
* 2nd and 15, 0:31 4th quarter, ball at KC 26. Touchdown, Rivers to Seyi Ajirotutu. WHO?
Your defender on the play? Of
course! Quintin F*cking Demps!
We'll get into whether that was a catch or not in a little bit
(hint: it wasn't, and how Walt Coleman, whose rank incompetence and utter lack
of the rules of officiating were on full, embarrassing display for the nation
to see yesterday, ruled that a ball that clearly hit the damned turf, that this
Ajiro jackass clearly did not maintain control of, and that clearly was an
incomplete pass by any elementary application of the rules of the sport).
But folks? The Chiefs lost
that game for one reason, and one reason only, and that is Quintin
"F*cking" Demps. Congrats,
Quintin. I have not despised a Chiefs
player as much as I despise you, since bill bartee was sh*tting all over
himself every Sunday in the early 2000s.
From now on, you will be referred to as quintin "f*cking"
demps, because simply seeing you on the field, makes 78,625 in attendance, and
a couple hundred thousand watching at home in our fine metropolitan area, to
immediately scream "f*ck! demps is
on the field!" You also have more
than earned your de-capitalization of your name.
(And I didn’t even raise the dropped interception in the end
zone. quintin, that was no bueno.)
If quintin "f*cking" demps is dressed on Sunday, I might
be spending a third week this season in the lovely coronary unit at Shawnee
Mission Medical Center. Only this time,
I'll be the one needing medical care.
Now, having gotten that off my chest, there actually was a lot of
positive news out there yesterday, especially on offense. And to be fair, quintin "f*cking"
demps isn't the only member of the Chiefs secondary who should be whipped
behind the woodshed this morning. Take a
bow, Brandon Flowers. You SUCKED
yesterday, sir! Marcus Cooper? No bueno, tito! NO BUENO!
And I see you avoiding my death stare over there, Eric Berry. Yeah, you, 29! You were ... hang on, let me do this
properly. Chuck?
(charles barkley voice) You were TURRIBLE, Eric. TURRIBLE!
Truly, it does take a group effort to yield ... hang on, let me
pull up the stats.
It truly does take a group effort, to give up 392 yards of
passing, fail to record an interception on a windy, cold day that saw Phyllis
Rivers put the ball up for grabs 39 times, and knock Ol' Phyllis on his keester
exactly once all afternoon long. (Which,
to be fair, is actually an improvement from last Sunday. Oy.)
And yet, despite it all -- and let this sink in folks. The Chargers not only scored 38 points in a
30 minute stretch of time, they put up 31 on the Chiefs in the second
half. For the ENTIRE SEASON entering
yesterday, the Chiefs had allowed 13 second half points at Arrowhead. And yet, there the Chiefs were, without their
two best defenders, with a shaky offensive line, no receiving threat to speak
of other than Donnie Avery (who had his finest game as a Chief yesterday), and
your primary offensive weapon useless given the situation, there they were, at
their own 40, needing one completed pass to try the desperation field goal, and
possibly steal this game despite that whole "we gave up 38 points in 29
minutes and change" reality they were dealing with.
The 2013 Chiefs may be a lot of things, but they most assuredly
are not something the 2012 Chiefs were.
Quitters.
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"This next 1:22, is why we pay to be here." -- text from
me to The Voice of Reason, after the Chiefs took the lead 38-34, with 1:22 to play.
I know we lost. In the
words of the late, great Randall Carlyle Wakefield, "I may be stupid, but
I ain't that stupid!" But admit it
-- that was a fun game yesterday, and if the Chiefs defense had held, if the
offense had picked up those fifteen yards to try the long field goal, or if
something had happened to deliver the win to the Chiefs, we'd be calling this
thing what it was: one helluva entertaining contest that never left you bored,
or relaxed.
It was fun. And that's what
football is supposed to be -- fun. It's
what 2012 wasn't.
Which is why (allen ludden voice) the password for how to feel
today, is "perspective".
One year ago today, the Chiefs gave what was up to that point
their finest effort of the season, a 17-9 defeat at Arrowhead to peyton manning
and the denver broncos. The loss dropped
the Chiefs to 1-10, mathematically eliminated them from postseason consideration,
and for many Chiefs fans, represented rock bottom. This team had fallen so far, so fast, that we
couldn't see the surface. It was a
season covered with darkness, defeat, and despair.
And then, it went pitch black.
On Sunday, when you make your way to Arrowhead, or your couch, or
your local watering hole, think back to what you were doing on Saturday,
December 1, 2012 -- the darkest day in franchise history. The day Jovan Belcher placed eight bullets in
his fiance and the mother of his child, then drove to Arrowhead, and killed
himself in front of his coaches and the general manager, as police were moments
away from arriving to arrest him for the heinous crime he was guilty of.
And then think of where you are, and what you are doing, exactly 365
days later.
The Chiefs lost a game Sunday.
They haven't lost the war; if anything, the Chiefs still have the upper
hand because they have that game here on Sunday. Win on Sunday, and yesterday fades into the
background, as it should.
But oh, what a golden opportunity the Chiefs whizzed away
yesterday.
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* The weekend started midday Saturday, when Mona and I began the
shopping for the next day. Ron and his
crew were handling the main course, but that left us on alcohol duty. How can I put this delicately ... well hell,
there is no way to be delicate about it.
First, she had noticed the Conoco on 47th Street had a sale on
Barefoot wines. Figuring that'd make for
a decent drink for after dinner, we swung in, and according to my receipt, I
promptly spent $22.07 on a couple bottles of moscato, and a couple white
zin's. (None of the four of those, saw
daylight Sunday morning. All gone.)
Which then led to the most ridiculous purchasing spree of my
life. Our next stop was the CVS on
Woodson, as they usually have decent prices, and we needed to get a few things.
I grabbed a hand cart, headed over to the liquor aisle, and
grabbed a couple bottles of peppermint schnapps for the Benchwarmers. I was going to grab a pint of whiskey for the
game, but was told that had already been done by Russ earlier in the week. Sweet, that's $10 I'm not spending.
And then, we turned to the wine rack.
(scott parks voice) Oh God.
I turned to Mona when she saw the prices, she looked at me, and I
simply said "I'll be back", and went to get a cart. I want to stress, we went to CVS to buy two
bottles of peppermint schnapps. That's
it.
Eighteen bottles of wine later, we pushed the cart to the
front. Now, I've found myself in some
crazy situations before, and I've certainly been stared at in a "what is
this dude's deal?" way many a time.
I'm not sure I've ever seen the look on the face of the very nice
elderly ladies in line behind us, as bottle after bottle of wine and liquor --
purchased in a freaking CVS, a freaking pharmacy for crying out loud -- was
placed on the counter for purchase.
So, ("30 for 30" announcer dude voice) what if I told
you, that this is what was purchased:
* 4 bottles of Martini and Rossi champagne
* 2 bottles of peppermint schnapps.
* 2 bottles of a riesling Mona likes that wasn't half bad.
* 2 bottles of the new line of Barefoot products.
* 4 bottles of Relax riesling.
* 2 bottles of Fourteen Hands merlot.
* 4 more bottles of something.
What would you put the price at?
Twenty bottles of booze, at least six of which (the Relax and Fourteen
Hands) usually retails for around $12 / bottle, and four of which (the
champagne) usually retails at $15 / bottle?
And ... time.
$122.51.
(john davidson voice) That's incredible!
* After hitting up the Apple Market to grab a few last second
items, we decided to stop in the Double for a few drinks … and lo and behold,
it was the annual REAP Auction that we’d totally forgot about. Wish I’d gotten there sooner – not just
because REAP* is an outstanding program that I happily donate to multiple times
a year, but because there were some pretty sweet prizes. A Miller Lite stadium-style chair. A set of Callaway’s. A beautiful Coors Light charcoal grill. A concealed carry class (that somehow raised
nearly twice its value. Sorry folks, but
I will never own a gun, I will never fire a gun, and this nation would be a
helluva lot better off if about 85% of the firearms out there, were
destroyed. I know I’m right about this.) Some lovely dinner packages, some lovely hair
and beauty packages, and other assorted items.
After a few vodka tonics, it was time to get ready for the
evening.
(*: REAP = Raytown Emergency Assistance Program. It’s an organization that various local
businesses have started, that provides emergency funding to families in dire
need (aka “pay rent or get evicted”, fix the heater the night before a blizzard,
provide the groceries, etc.) We need
more REAP organizations in this country, and less concealed carry courses. And again, I know I’m right on this.)
* Had the annual Eagles club "Friends and Family" dinner
on Saturday night. It must have been
good, because somehow myself and the neighbor Jason got talked into
joining. I get initiated on Tuesday
night. Whatever that means. So long as it means access to the liquor
behind the bar, I'm good to go!
* What should have been the first sign that this was going to be a
"what the hell?" kind of day ... I not only was the last one to wake
up on Sunday morning, I not only had to be woken up, but Anthony texted me with
the "on our way" text before I woke up. Let's just say, someone enjoyed those bottles
Saturday evening.
* We utilized the early-in pass again yesterday. There were eight on the Bus -- the six
usuals, plus a few friends of Anthony and Jaimmie's. I suppose this is where I once again extend a
"thanks guys!" to the Chiefs parking attendants manning Gate 5 --
they still have yet to ask for the $38 due for being an oversized vehicle.
* The gates opened at 7am yesterday. Was it cold?
Yes. Did Arrowhead Nation give a
damn? Nope.
* A couple more friends pulled in right after 7, and Roger and his
guys rolled in about 7:15. They did not
get off their bus until nearly 9:30, because "it's too cold outside". Good God.
What pansies.
For the record, it was 6 degrees when we arrived. It didn't move up much, in the ensuing nine
hours. But it was nowhere near as
brutal, as I thought it would be. And
I'll grant you, I am the worst person to ask about how to deal with cold. I think any day where your first thought upon
stepping outside is not "whoa, kinda warm and sunny today. Buh bye t-shirt!"? Is too cold of a day to be outside in. But yesterday was bearable. It certainly was bearable enough to be
outside in an enclosed tailgating area with a couple grills and heaters going.
* The first thing we did, was immediately get the easy-ups set
up. That part actually went well, and we
had a decent sized room to tailgate in by the time the mad dash out of Gate 6
began right at 7am. But that's about the
only thing that worked yesterday.
* The propane heater didn't work at first. Didn't matter what Russ did to it, that puppy
would not fire. Someone finally managed
to get it to work around 8am. But that
wasn't our biggest crisis. Because ...
* Someone (* cough me cough *) forgot to verify the generator had
gasoline in it. Most weeks, this isn't a
big deal, because (a) we usually use a grill (charcoal or propane), and don't
need a power strip. Or, (b) if we do need
one for a crock pot, if worse comes to worse, we can use the microwave on Roger’s
bus to heat things up. But this week, we
needed that power strip -- we weren't grilling anything, other than using the
grill for some warmth, and to heat up the Benchwarmers and apple pie shots. Ron had gotten about halfway done with the
main course, when we lost power, because someone (* cough me cough *) forgot to
verify the generator had been filled.
Thankfully, the horn-mad morons across the street actually had some gasoline,
and generously shared enough to get through the tailgate. And yet, even that wasn't our biggest crisis,
because ...
* The channel adapter wasn't working. I mean, that thing was dead as a
doornail. No big deal, I thought -- I'll
just swap out the batteries. I knew we
had a healthy collection of AAAs on there.
But it still wouldn't work.
Didn't matter what battery combination I used, it would not fire
up. Which meant we had no music. This was problematic.
To be fair, the adapter is pushing ten years old at this point,
and it probably needs to be upgraded.
The thing certainly isn't hijacking 88.1 FM like it did two years ago;
there's still times when someone else using an adapter in our area, takes the
station over at our expense. (Note: I'm
on this. I'll stop in at Radio Shack and
Target at Ward Parkway, sometime this week, and replace it.
You simply don't take chances when the denver broncos are involved. Plus, I need to buy a pinata that looks like
a jackass, for the "Beat the Life Out of Bronkey!" game we're all
looking forward to. Well, ok -- that I'm
looking forward to. I just haven't
figured out whose repulsive mug to put on as the head, john elway or peyton
manning. Oh, and by "head", I mean their mug shot is going on the jackass', uuh, ass.)
But anyways, back to the story.
Finally, I find a battery combination that works. I get the channel to finally tune into 88.1
(it's a funky radio; you can't adjust one frequency at a time, you have to be
getting a signal from that frequency, for the radio to tune to it. Hence the need for the adapter to work.)
And then, the speakers aren't working.
(brian griffin voice***) What the hell?
It's like a walking comedy at this point, only it's not even
remotely funny. To say I was getting
p*ssed, is an understatement. Finally,
after forty five minutes of frustration, I walk into the camp site, and pour
myself a gigantic glass of apple pie shots.
Not a shot glass, not even a small coffee cup. I'm talking a 32 ouncer. Go figure -- the moment I got some refreshing
heated firewater in me, I figured out what was wrong, and voila, music. But man, that took a while to figure
out.
(***: let's not even discuss "Family Guy" last night, ok? That did NOT help matters. (In case you missed it, Brian Griffin met his demise in last night's episode.) Rest in peace sir. Rest in peace.)
* Gotta say, I appreciate the compliments from everyone on the
playlist. No fewer than six people
approached me yesterday to say what a great mix it was. You're welcome. I'll keep striving to keep everyone
happy. My general view on it, is that
you shouldn't have to go more than 30 minutes before a song that would rank in
your top 50, would come up on the random shuffle. Where else are you going to find a tailgate
that (and this happened yesterday) knocks out this seven song stretch:
(a) "Rock and Roll Part II" by Gary Glitter.
(b) "Somebody That I Used to Know", by Gotye.
(c) "Little Lion Man" by Mumford & Sons.
(d) "Layla", by Derek and the Dominoes (the original).
(e) "Rolling In the Deep" by Adele.
(f) "Can't Be Touched" by Roy Jones Jr.
(g) "You Never Even Called Me By My Name" by David Allan
Coe.
I hope to actually get the Mixology List posted this week. To be honest, I've gotten kind of lazy, given
the blows real life has hammered on me the last couple months. I've been using the raiders playlist, and
just adding a song or two as requested.
This week, I have no excuse; I have two days where I'll be dogsitting
with not much else to do.
As always, if there's a song you want added to the Mixology List,
all you have to do is ask. No matter how
much I love or despise the song, I'll put it on there. The only three songs guaranteed to play are
"Penny Lover" (which is always the first one to air, no matter what),
"You Never Even Called Me By My Name" (which I'll put up as the final
song, if it hasn't randomly appeared already), and "Somewhere Only We
Know" by Keane (because it's my favorite song of all time). All three had already aired by 9am Sunday.
* Ron and the Springfield folks had the main course, and we went
with a breakfast theme. The pancakes
were delicious. The egg casserole
thingie was good. Ditto the cheezy
hashbrowns. But the chicken chili, my
God. Phenomenal. I'm not a big eater; half the time, it's a
liquid breakfast for Chiefs games. But I
had three bowls of that stuff yesterday before the game, and three more
afterwards when we got back for the post-game party.
* Not much else to report.
Gregg and his dad stopped by. I'm
pretty sure I remember seeing Jasson and Tara.
A little after 11am, we broke down what might be the last noon game tailgate
for awhile*, and headed in.
(*: we host the broncos at 3:25pm on Sunday, and there's a very
reasonable probability that we'll see prime time football at Arrowhead on
December 22nd, when the Colts come to town.
Your current Sunday nighter is Patriots at Ravens. Even if NBC doesn't flex what is four weeks
out, the best game on the schedule into prime time, CBS has the double-header,
and it's marquee game right now is Steelers / Packers.)
* I sat in my old seat yesterday.
I don’t know why that matters, but if nothing else, this site is detail
oriented.
* I missed KC Wolf’s sketch because I was standing in the concession
line to get my large Coke. One
unfortunate side effect of oversleeping and having to rush like a poorly trained circus animal
early Sunday, is that I forgot to pack all the booze. I forgot the Southern Comfort. So it was just a Jack and Coke yesterday.
* No flyover again after the Anthem. Be honest folks: do you actually miss it?
* And ...
* ... for simplicity’s sake (and time’s as well), I’m going to stop at
this point, because we’re at kickoff, and there was enough in that game to love
(and be repulsed by), that I’d kind of like to do a separate post of the game
itself, and of the postgame happenings.
So I’ll do my damndest to get that up by tomorrow evening. I have this Eagles Club initiation tomorrow
night, but I also have a “mail it in” day at work Tuesday. If commissions didn’t run tomorrow, I
probably wouldn’t have even shown up this week.
I still have six PTO days I have to use, seven counting the floating holiday
we get for our birthday from “Company Stevo Works For”. Needless to say, December is going to be a
sleep-in dream at least twice a week.
* But as tough to take as the outcome yesterday was? The game really was fun.
* And thanks to the Patriots epic comeback last
night?
Sunday is without question – without question! – THE biggest
regular season game Arrowhead Stadium has ever hosted. The donkeys and Chiefs have had some biggies
on the hallowed turf of Arrowhead. The
game that turned me into a lifetime Chiefs fan in 1986. bobby humphrey’s run in 1989. The 1992 de facto playoff game. The “Pete for President” game in 1997. The 1997 actual playoff game. The “Monday Night Meltdown” in 1998. The “Golden Toe” Game in 2000. Dante Hall in 2003. “The Stand” in 2005. Thanksgiving Night in 2006.
But Sunday? You can
legitimately argue the team with the most points when the final second ticks
off at about 7pm CT Sunday evening?
Is your odds on favorite, to not just bring Lamar’s Trophy to
their home, but a pretty solid bet, to take that Lombardi fellow’s trophy as
well. Especially if that team is denver.
Because peoples and peepettes?
Sunday is for the AFC West, and home field advantage throughout the
playoffs, for all intents and purposes.
And if there’s any two venues no AFC team wants a part of come late
January, it’s fake mile high … and Arrowhead.
A quick site preview (as of 6:54pm CT on Monday, November 25):
* Coming tomorrow: my recap and reaction to the Chargers game.
* Coming Wednesday pm or Thursday am: the non-Chiefs predictions.
* Coming Thursday pm or sometime Friday: The Mixologist’s Playlist: denver.
* Coming by midday Saturday: the Chiefs / broncos prediction.
And somewhere in there, I still want to post my tribute and
thank-you, to the most biased Chiefs broadcaster in the national media, the
greatness that is Dan Dierdorf. Good
grief, this is going to be a busy week of writing … not that you’re
complaining, right? Right? (Crickets chirping ...)
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