Monday, January 25, 2016

2015 chiefs in review, part uno ...

“If I bent,
Like you said was best?
Would that change a thing?

If I spent
Myself ‘til nothing’s left --
Would you still leave me here?

So sorry about it all?
Now that it’s over?
Should I thank you for that dear?

You're so sorry about it all?
Then I hope you’ll always be! …

… So good night!  And farewell!
Is this everything you wanted?
Is this everything you wanted?

Good night!  Farewell!
Is this everything you wanted?
Everything you wanted now?

You’re so sorry about it all!?!?!?
Now that it’s over!?!?!?
Should I thank you for that dear?

So sorry about it all!?!?!?
Well then I hope you’ll always be --
I hope you’ll always be!!!! …”

-- “Bent” by Matt Nathanson.  I picked it for more than one obvious reason, only one of which you'd think ...

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Well, peoples and peepettes, if the (very overdue and not even remotely finished yet) "Annual Column" is my favorite post to write each year, then this one is the worst.  Because the only reason, the only way, this post can possibly, uuh, post ... is if the Chiefs season is over.

Yes, it's sadly time to post the Chiefs Season in Review.  As I begin this, I am not sure if this will post as one long column, or if I'll split it up into a couple sections.  (Hint: at least three columns ... and probably four, as the next two weeks unfold.)

At some point -- either in this post or in the next ones to come, you will get:

* The Bests and Worsts of the 2015 season (This Post!)
* Stevo’s 2016 Dream Schedule For the Chiefs (This Post!)
* Professor Stevo's Grades for each Chiefs coach.
* Professor Stevo's Grades for the GM and Owner.
* Stevo's NFL Coaches Power Poll -- Offseason Ratings.
* Professor Stevo's Grades for each Chiefs player.
* How I Would Target the Offseason and Draft.
* And anything else I feel like pontificating on (This Post!)

Here we go.

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The Bests and Worsts of the 2015 Season.

* Best Moment: Eric Berry is introduced, vs broncos, Week Two.  This doesn’t even need explanation.

* Worst Moment: Jamaal Charles goes down, vs Bears, Week Five.  Again, this doesn’t even need explanation.

* Best Game: Chiefs 30, at Texans 0, AFC Wild Card.  It's really, really tempting to put Chiefs 29, broncos 14, given my hatred of those people and especially their “fans” – one in particular * ... but come on.  If you pick any game other than the first playoff victory in 22 years, then you need to put down the medicinally legal herbal product and exhale.

(And since it's pretty much the only recap you got this year, you can read my thoughts on the victory by clicking on this link.)

* Worst Game: Chiefs 24, broncos 31, Week Two.  Every single thing about this game sucked -- the parking nazis, the late rally, the idiotic fumble, the heart-breaking (and AFC home field advantage costing) defeat.  I hate it when my team loses; I hate it a million times more when the loss is to those people.  Dishonorable mention to Chiefs 17, Bears 18, Week Five.

* Best Tailgate: vs raiders, Week Seventeen.  You only turn 39 once.  (I'm working on a recap of the weekend ... along with about six other posts at this point.  Bear with me!  (Or skip ahead to the very end of this post, to understand why.)  

To get to do my 39th (that's what she said!) with so many of you, on a shockingly pleasant January afternoon, is damned near about as perfect a way as I can think of, to enter the "last great year of your existence".  Honorable mention to vs Steelers, Week Seven, which would easily be the best tailgate in nearly any other season.

* Worst Tailgate: vs Titans, Week Fourteen.  It rained so damned hard that the roof on the easy-ups was collapsing.  It rained so damned much that our spot turned into a freaking lake by 9am.  And standing in the rain during the game, I caught a bad head cold that took me nearly a month to shake off for good.  Let's just hope that's the last rain game we have for a very, very long time.  Dishonorable mention to vs Browns, Week Sixteen.  That's about the coldest I've ever felt at Arrowhead.  Let's all hope and pray that bone-chilling weather never invades our fine metropolitan area again.

* Best PR Moment: the video as Eric Berry was introduced, vs broncos Week Two.  (Note: I tried to find the link on YouTube!, and failed.  I'll link when / if I find it.  But I have to be honest -- a godd*mned LARGE part of me is glad, it isn't out there.  It meant that f*cking much.)

The Chiefs made some serious PR blunders this year.  But they nailed this moment.  One of the very rare moments in life when the moment exceeded the hype.  Job extremely well done with this one.  Honorable mention to whoever picks the opposing team's music as they are introduced.  Some very, very creative and hilarious choices this year, none funnier than the Chargers taking the field to "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" by Wham!  #laheretheycome

* Worst PR Moment: "Crossing the Rubicon", vs broncos Week Two.  To the Chiefs credit, this one blew up so predictably and horribly in their face, that they did a complete 180 by the next home game, and enforced no regulations for the rest of the season. 

To the Chiefs detriment?  They thought screwing over their fans, and destroying twenty plus years of tailgating tradition, was the right thing to do.

* Best Play, Offense: Alex Smith throws the perfect deep ball to Jeremy Maclin for six, vs Bills Week Twelve.  If ANY play dictated the incredible, “holy f*cking sh*t, this is real, and it is spectacular!” close to this season, this was the play.

The Bills have just scored to take a 16-7 lead on a frigid, rainy day at Arrowhead, in a battle between 5-5 squads tied for the two Wild Card slots, with six games to play.  After a short completion to Jeremy Maclin, and a fortuitous pass interference call on the Bills, the Chiefs have 1st and 10 at the Bills 41, out of the two minute warning.

Forty one yards later, Jeremy Maclin had reeled in the deep bomb, the Chiefs had cut the lead to a very manageable two points, and the tone was set not just for the rest of the game (which the Chiefs won 30-22), but for the rest of the season.

* Worst Play, Offense: Jamaal Charles' fumble, vs broncos Week Two.  An inexcusable mistake to be sure ... but also an indefensible play call in that spot.  If "Fat" Andy was content with overtime, then kneel the damned ball and go to overtime.  Don't risk your team's season needlessly.

* Best Play, Defense: (tie) Josh Mauga and Marcus Peters intercept derek carr, at raiders Week Thirteen.  Truth be told, this was the game when I bought full in to what this team was selling.  To go into oakland, for the biggest game that team has played in at least five years, and not just rally to win, but to do so by obliterating the raiders offensive line and battering derek carr was just a thing of absolute beauty.  Gun to my head, I'd pick Mr. Mauga's play as the best ... but Mr. Peters' pick six to seal the win is a damned close second.

* Worst Play, Defense: Jamell Fleming gets toasted, vs denver Week Two.  As indefensible as Mr. Charles' fumble a few minutes later was, giving up bomb after bomb to satan and emmanuel sanders is worse.

* Best Play, Special Teams: Knile Davis, at Texans, AFC Wild Card.  The beauty of this return is that you knew the instant he left the goalline, he was taking it to the house.  The blocking by the Chiefs’ front wall was that damned incredible.  The opening shot of a day, and a celebration, twenty one years, three hundred fifty eight days, in the making. 

* Worst Play, Special Teams: The 65 Yard Attempt, vs Bears Week Five.  This not only was the worst play on special teams this season, this is arguably the worst decision in franchise history.  Who in the hell thought Cairo Santos (affectionately known as "Pedro!" in Section 132) attempting a 65 yard field goal into a 40mph breeze was a smarter idea than having your $18 million quarterback attempt to complete a Hail Mary (or draw a pass interference) to your $11 million receiver?

This play is so wretchedly awful on so many levels, it's amazing to me that a reasonable football mind like "Fat" Andy would even contemplate it, let alone call for it.

(The kick didn't even reach the 20.  The wind was that brutal.)

* Best Development: the pure unadulterated hatred between the Chiefs and donkeys has returned!  Did you people read Twitter, read Sam Mellinger’s report from the scene, following denver’s 20-18 victory in one of the best football games I’ve ever watched, to take the AFC for the second time in three years **?  The utter hatred, contempt, and pure disgust and disrespect the donkeys – especially their defense – showed to the Chiefs?

To quote Jim Mora Jr.: “it was really neat!”

Admit it – life is better when donkeys and Chiefs (and their fans) are ready to throw down at the site of each other.  The sheer rage and hatred of the 1990s is back folks!  Also, sorta related to this:

* Another Best Development: you can all but guarantee that for the fourth straight year, the Chiefs and donkeys will stage at least one of their get-togethers in prime time.  (2013 at denver, 2014 at Kansas City, 2015 at Kansas City).

And since there is no “Worst Development” to that last set of, uuh, developments, and this is a natural transition stage, let’s move on to Stevo’s Dream Schedule for the Chiefs, shall we? 

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(*: left unsaid, is my favorite moment from a tailgate this season, vs Bills Week Twelve.  It involved “The Voice of Reason”, myself, my buddy Tyler, “bts”, and Tyler’s girlfriend (most prominently).  I will just simply say, I have never embraced pure hatred of a human being, like I did in that moment.  Other than to note, I have never meant a statement more in my life, than when I said, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t!”, in response to “bts”’s observation of Tyler’s girlfriend.)

(**: assuming the satanic era ends next Sunday, win or lose, for the donkeys, let’s just acknowledge and admit the Captain Oats in the room, Chiefs fans: we would KILL for denver’s last four years.  Four division championships.  At least twelve wins every season.  Six home playoff games (going 4-2 in those six).  Two AFC Championships.  One Super Bowl defeat … and one Super Bowl win or loss pending.

I’d happily pay good money to watch that over four years.  Christ knows I’ve paid more than great money, to watch far, far less than that.)

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Stevo’s Dream 2016 Chiefs Schedule.

* Preseason:

Week One: at Cardinals, Saturday, August 13, 7pm CT (KCTV).
Week Two: vs Vikings, Saturday, August 20, 7pm CT (KCTV).
Week Three: vs Packers, Saturday, August 27, 7pm CT (KCTV).
Week Four: at Rams, Thursday, September 1, 7pm CT (KCTV).

Reasoning / Rationale: the only possible “Double Header Day” is Week Two.  Royals host the Twins that weekend.  Here’s hoping the Chiefs and Vikings work this out; DHDII in 2003 is still one of the funnest sports days of my life.

I kept the Rams in the last preseason slot because I honestly don’t know if our arrangement with them was year-by-year, or a multi-year contract.  Either way, it provides some closure against those people, who I remind both Chiefs and Rams fans, won exactly ZERO games that count, against the Chiefs in their St. Louis existence.  (Chiefs W 1997, 2000, 2002, 2006, 2010, 2014.)  It’s been fun guys.  You’ll be missed.

* Regular Season:

Week One: vs oakland raiders, Sunday, September 11, noon CT (CBS).  Just once, I’d like to host the raiders when my South Dakota friends can all come in, and still enjoy the pool.  Let it happen in 2016.  Plus, this is a very, very intriguing opener between two teams that you can write in permanent marker at this point, as legitimate AFC Wild Card contenders – if not division championship contenders.

Week Two: at denver broncos, Sunday, September 18, 3:25pm CT (CBS).  Look it, denver is highly likely to open at home, either against the Panthers (with a Super Bowl win) or the Patriots (with a Super Bowl loss), with either game to appear on NBC (Thursday if it’s Carolina, Sunday if it’s New England).  I’d prefer the all-but-certain prime-time matchup with these guys be at Arrowhead.  Let them have the stand-alone afternoon national slot at their place.

Week Three: vs New Orleans Saints, Sunday, September 25, noon CT (FOX).  I’m not sure whether I’d rather face Mr. Brees for (likely) the final time at Arrowhead early in the season, or late.  Since I lean early, let’s set this one for Week Three.

Week Four: vs New York Jets, Monday, October 3rd, 7:30pm CT (ESPN).  A very interesting matchup to close the first quarter of the NFL season.  Two Wild Card contenders, two legitimate divisional threats, two ten-plus win teams in 2015. 

Week Five: at Houston Texans, Sunday, October 9th, noon CT (CBS).  Not only a very makeable (and all but guaranteed to happen roadie, under the “I always make the road trip to Houston” corollary I’ve lived my life by for the last ten years) … but Royals / Astros five miles away at Minute Maid three hours after the final play, for Game Four of the Divisional Round?  (Or, do you flip the order of events – Royals / Astros at noon for Game Four, build in the five mile / two hour commute south on 288 … and then Chiefs / Texans at 7:30pm CT as the Sunday Nighter?  Either way, does any Royals / Chiefs or Astros / Texans (or combine the four) complain?  Other than about the obvious (traffic!)?)

Week Six: at San Diego / Los Angeles “Super” Chargers, Sunday, October 16th, 3:05pm CT (CBS).  If this schedule actually occurs, and the Chiefs are worse than 4-2 after this game?  Then someone has some serious explaining to do.  They’ll be favored in five at this point (all but denver).

Week Seven: bye.  A slightly division-heavy start (3 of the 6, 2 of the 3 away), facing each foe once.  An AFC heavy start (5 of the 12, 3 of the 6 away).  And a very, very doable start, with the bye hitting about where I prefer it each year – right as the World Series begins.

Week Eight: vs Jacksonville Jaguars, Thursday, October 27th, 7:30pm CT (NFLN).  I know, I know – I always schedule our Thursday Nighter to be broncos at Chiefs on Thanksgiving night … but I am 100% confident the finale is going to be broncos at Chiefs, so I’ll slate our Thursday nighter for a scheduled off-day during the World Series … against a rapidly up-and-coming opponent.  Very interesting game.

Week Nine: at Carolina Panthers, Sunday, November 6th, 7:30pm CT (NBC).  Let’s just be honest: this is THE toughest game on the schedule at this point, and only if satan returns to denver, could anything possibly top it, entering the offseason. 

The first half of the schedule laid out above, means the Chiefs face exactly half of their laid-out opposition:

* 3 of 6 against the division (1 home, 2 road).
* 6 of 12 against the conference (3 home, 3 road).
* 2 of 4 against the NFC (1 home, 1 road).
* 8 of 16 overall (4 home, 4 road).

That’s so fair and balanced, both FOX News and Senator Sanders can’t find issue with it.

Week Ten: vs San Diego / Los Angeles “Super” Chargers, Sunday, November 13th, noon CT (CBS).  One can make a legitimate argument this is the easiest home game on the schedule.  I’m not sure that’s a good thing.

Week Eleven: at Indianapolis Colts, Sunday, November 20th, 3:25pm CT (CBS).  The other roadie me and my crew have circled to attend.  And a very, very interesting game to enter the stretch run – a game with potentially enormous postseason ramifications.

Week Twelve: vs Tennessee Titans, Sunday, November 27th, noon CT (CBS).  A good start to the always crucial six-game sprint to the finish – a very winnable home game, to enter December.  Also ensures yet another Thanksgiving weekend home game, which we seem to have every year (we’ve been home on this weekend for five straight seasons – 2011 (vs Steelers), 2012 (vs broncos), 2013 (ditto), 2014 (ditto), 2015 (vs Bills)).

Week Thirteen: at oakland raiders, Sunday, December 4th, 3:25pm CT (CBS).  And just like the Chiefs always seem to be home for Thanksgiving, they tend to travel to oakland to open December.  Weather should still be solid enough to head up to Sioux Falls for one fun weekend, to kick off Chrismukkah season.

Week Fourteen: at Atlanta Falcons, Sunday, December 11th, noon CT (CBS).  Ugh.  Throwaway roadie nobody other than friends, family, and fans of these squads, gives a sh*t about.

Week Fifteen: at Pittsburgh Steelers, Sunday, December 18th, 7:30pm CT (NBC).  Ooh.  Ooh, ooh, ooh!  Talk about one potentially EPIC late-season Sunday nighter!  Your two divisional round losers, who each nearly rallied to steal their divisions, who should both be (at worst) 8-5 / 9-4 entering this one?  I like it!

Week Sixteen: vs Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Saturday, December 24th, noon CT (CBS).  The NFL will move all but one game from Christmas Day to Christmas Eve.  Tampa at KC ain’t getting the pimp Christmas Night slot.

Week Seventeen: vs denver broncos, Sunday, January 1st, 3:25pm CT (CBS).  With an asterick denoting this game is the front-runner entering the 2016 offseason, to occupy the coveted “final game on the schedule” slot NBC doesn’t announce until six days beforehand.

That’s my proposal.  I think it’s fair, reasonable, and ensures as few freaking freezing games at home in December as possible.  Because if I never have to sit through another Bills / Titans / Browns stretch again, it cannot (not) happen too soon.

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Finally, my first random thoughts of the offseason.  Three of them.

* First …

Today, STM’s got their invoice for 2016.  My seat went up by exactly zero dollars and zero cents for 2016, save for having to pay for ten games instead of nine.  Even my old seat (which I am still contemplating a move back to, although for the second comment to be stated below, I doubt I will) didn’t go up outrageously. 

So thank you to the Chiefs organization, to the Hunt Family, to the front office, for not just continuing to offer amongst the single most affordable entertainment options in the Kansas City metropolitan area … but for not taking advantage of this season like Carl “One Bad Ass Negotiator” Peterson would have, to line the coffers off of the success of 2015.

* Second …

The incredible friend who sits in front of my old seat, is giving up her two seats.  She’s given our group first option to buy her two seats and parking pass, and we’re highly likely to take advantage of the opportunity.  (Mona and I spent a solid two hours today reaching out to our “one-off” friends, who come in for a game or three each year, to secure the seats.  If we can get past halfway, we’re in like Sven.  And considering we haven’t heard from the Moses’ yet, I’m pretty sure we’re buying.)

I know Chris reads this from time to time, so allow me to say, losing you is truly all but the final chapter, in the “132 Experience”.  Nobody faults you; if anything, we’re all jealous that you’ll be watching on a beach in Puerto Rico, enjoying the best thing to happen to you since God felt the need to play eighteen with Greg on a daily basis, five years ago come October (and for all intents and purposes, six years ago).

I hope you make it back for a game or three this fall, and certainly, you will always have first dibs on those seats in Row 25.  But if you can’t?  Well … as best I recall our conversation …

(mona) so the schedule is?
(stevo) (off top of my head) denver, oakland, San Diego or LA.  Jets.  Jags and Titans.  Bucs and Saints.
(mona) well, raiders is spoken for.
(stevo) yeah, and Tom and Nicole would grab Tennessee.
(mona) good point!
(stevo) I can talk my former boss into Tampa with no problem.
(mona) true.  She’s the Bucs fan right, her and her husband?
(stevo) yeah.  If anything we’ll need two more.
(mona) Jets?
(stevo) you know my folks are good for that unless the weather is sh*t.  (Pause).  They’re in.
(mona) halfway there!  (Pause).  Then there’s denver. I won’t sit by a f*cking donk --
(stevo) I’ll take those two, if it comes to it.
(mona) really?
(stevo) I owe it to our friends no longer there.  I have to answer to them someday.  If a donk --
(mona) agreed.  Yours.  With our help if you need it.

You have my promise chica, no denver fan will EVER sit in Seats 11 or 12, Row 25, Section 132, for as long as I draw breath on this earth, when those people come to town.

* Finally …

And you all can take this for what it is worth …

I have a friend on Facebook many of you in Kansas City might know.  It’s Dave O, the evening drive-time host on Mix 93.3.  I met him through “The Perpetual Intern” years ago, and I can happily confirm, he is an even bigger Royals die-hard than he makes himself out to be online.  (God knows that’s fact; the first time I met him was sitting through a late-August game in 2005 against some craptacular opponent, as Buddy Bell was noting “I never say it cannot get worse” during the 19-game losing streak.  He’s always had season tickets every year I’ve known him – 11 and counting.)

He posted a, uuh, post, on Sunday night, that literally had me crying, because I could identify myself in it.

A friend, who died of a heart attack at 39, from a literal broken heart.

Because he didn’t know how to vocalize, how he was truly feeling, about all the hurt and pain and emotional unforgiveability in his life.

Reading that post, I realized, I was wrong last August.

The answer to indefensible wrong isn’t to clam up, shut the site down, and go home.

It’s to speak.  It’s to shout.  It’s to yell.  It’s to, in the words of Dylan Thomas, “rage against the dying of the light!”

It’s … to write.

To post.

To … blog.

Writing is therapy to me.  (Cue every person who has ever gotten a “oh Jesus, it’s a 210KB email from Stevo.  Honey?  I need a stiff whiskey, stat!” email from me nodding in reluctant agreement.)

And so, I’m going to reveal something (of all people) my mommy asked me about, fromthe recap of the trip to Houston.

“What exactly was the dream you had that was so vivid, that you knew you wanted it six months ago, and now don’t want to see it happen?”

That dream … is not at all what you people thought, based on other emails and texts.  (Note: the overwhelming majority of you thought it was “The Champ and I make up and end this sh*t”.  My position on that hasn’t changed.  It’s up to him, to act, and end it, not me.  And my position on that hasn't changed: he doesn't possess a pair big enough, to allow him to do that.)

The dream I had, on John O’s couch that nearly sleepless night, was that the final post on this site, would be one final recap, of the Mets / Royals tailgate and game, to open the 2015 season, in barely ten weeks from now (Sunday, April 3rd).  (I’m going – Section 428, row WW … and you’d have to ask the folks at the Double, which seat I’m occupying.  Oh, and yes – “The Bus” is going too.)

I saw myself at the tailgate, at the game.  (Note: if I’m right?  We’re gonna be enjoying an 80 plus degree sunny Sunday to open the season.  Cue every reader hitting his or her knees, to pray said dream is right …)

The dream ended with me hitting the “post” button, and that was it.  Blackness.  Darkness.

The end.

I’ve now decided … I’m better than that.

I’m not ready to quit yet.

Soignore that post from July.  You all can’t quit me yet.  Because I’m not ready to quit you … or quit this site … or quit me.

I don’t want “life” as we know it to end, with the raising of a flag, at a game 92.45 plus percent of you who read that recap, won’t witness in person.

I want it to end with something more meaningful.

Or more specifically?

I don’t want it to end, period.

This site is too much fun to write, to give up on.

And life?  Is too godd*mned amazing, to stop recapping, to stop enjoying …

… to stop living.

Because just like this Chiefs season?

This series of posts isn’t a goodbye.  It’s a beginning.

And to all of you reading this?

I hope you’ll always be!
I hope you’ll always? 


Be …

Friday, January 15, 2016

chiefs! patriots! the prediction ...

"Hello.
Let me introduce you to
The characters in the show.

One says yes, one says no.

Decide.
Which voice in your head
You can keep alive!

Even in madness?
I know you still believe!
Paint me on canvas, so I become?
What you could never be!

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire!
Wear my soul and call me a liar!
I dare you to tell me to walk through fire!
I dare you to tell me;
I dare you to! ..."

-- "I Dare You" by Shinedown.  (Pause).  Just listen to the link.  You'll be properly prepared for Saturday, if you do ...

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I posted the recap of the trip to Houston last night.  You can read it by clicking here, if you are so inclined.

I noted in that recap that there were at least two stories I left on the cutting room floor.  (Hey, you type up 22 pages in Word and try to edit yourself.  It ain't as easy as you would think it would be ...)

Here's those two stories, as well as my thoughts regarding Saturday.

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So, Saturday after the game, we all headed back to the room I was staying in, consumed a good chunk of the eleven bottles of champagne, and decided to head out and find a sports bar somewhere to watch the Steelers / Bengals game.

Since I have no clue where anything in Houston other than Willie G's and NRG Park are, we asked our front desk dude what he would recommend.  He suggested we try the Buffalo Wild Wings about ten minutes away, up by Rice University.  That seemed like a reasonable proposition -- I mean, what goes better with football than wings and beer?

So we arrive, and find one of the last parking spots available, and head in.  Where we are met by some chick running the seating chart, who informs us it will be an hour wait before we can be seated.  I take a quick look around the non-bar area, and notice immediately that there are at least 10 empty tables.  I also quickly notice that the only people who seem to have to wait to be seated, are wearing Red and Gold.

Following these observations, I decide to take this chick on.

(stevo) what the hell do you mean, an hour wait?  Why can't we sit there (pointing to empty tables)?
(chick) well, we are short staffed tonight.
(stevo) short staffed?  On a Saturday night?  During a playoffs weekend when the home team is playing?
(chick) sir, you're just going to have to wait.
(stevo) No, you're going to have to seat us.

This went on for a couple minutes, before finally, Mona took things into her own hands.

She headed to the bar area, saw a table that would easily sit six (since there were six of us there), and decided that's where we'd watch the game.

The waitress chick was p*ssed.  Especially when every other Chiefs fan on the "waiting list" did the same thing, and converged on the bar.

The funniest part?  They really were ridiculously short staffed.  So short staffed ... that b*tchy chick at the seating chart desk, was waiting tables when we left.

And speaking of leaving ...

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We checked out of the hotel and departed for the Metroplex about 10am on Sunday. 

It took about ten minutes to begin navigating our way to I-45 for the drive back.  And on a map, it's an easy trip: 610 East to 288 North to 45 North, then zip across (pick one) the Jim Wright, the Landry, or Airport Freeway, to get back to John O's in Saginaw.  And for those ten minutes, everything went according to plan.

Then bam!  As soon as you hit I-10 just north of downtown, I-45 was at a complete standstill.  At 10:15 on a Sunday morning, all six lanes of traffic are parked.  Every on-ramp from 10 and 288 was at a halt as well.  So Russ made the decision to cut across four lanes of traffic, hop onto I-10 West, and then we'd catch 610 North and hopefully avoid the backup.

Only, the off-ramp to 610 North was closed.  So we had to come up with a new way to get back to the Metroplex.

Cue the weekend's MVP, Google Maps.

Using that app, I managed to manuever us from the western suburbs of Houston, to beautiful (and I use that term as loosely and liberally as possible), beautiful Waco, Texas, in a little under three hours.  Did we violate Texas Department of Transportation laws by failing to pay the toll when we headed north on 99?  Absolutely.  Did we violate many, many speed limits in an effort to get the hell out of A&M Land as fast as humanly possible?  (sarah palin voice) You betcha!  Did we purchase Powerball tickets so that if we won, we'd have to go back to the warmth and sun of the Lone Star State?  Hell yes we did.

Also, when we stopped for gas just outside of College Station, the gas station had a gigantic sale going on their remaining bottles of wine.  We got two bottles of 14 Hands red, a bottle of Cupcake, and a bottle of reisling for barely $18.00.  To put that bargain into perspective for those of you who don't enjoy a good glass of wine: the bottle of Cupcake by itself usually retails for between $15-$18 here in KC.  And as someone who'd probably marry the 14 Hands merlot if, you know, marriage equality for liquor bottles was legal, I can tell you, that stuff ain't cheap either.

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The Watch Party Plans:

We'll be at Russ and Mona's.  The game will be on both upstairs (for those who prefer a more secluded viewing) as well as downstairs (for those who like to mix in a lil' pool and/or darts with their football).  There will be plenty of beer and wine and champagne available; I'd also wager there will be a decent amount of whiskey and vodka as well.

The menu is Patriot Melts and Brady Brats.  (Which I'm guessing means the grill got moved from the West Wing onto the back patio ... because it's gonna be too freaking cold outside to have to walk that far to grill said Brady Brats.)

As always, anyone and everyone is more than welcome to join us *.  Pretty much all of my tailgating group will be there, save for the Springfield folks. 

If you need a place to watch the game, you now have one.

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(*: unless you are cheering for satan's squad.  I am done with anyone who roots for those people.  You show up in those people's colors, your ass is getting shown the door.  And there's a decent chance said ass is going to have my footprints all over it, as it is being shown said door.)

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The Chiefs Thoughts:

As a wise man once noted: "to be the best?  (Woo!)  You gotta beat the best!"

Saturday, at 3:30pm CT, the Kansas City Chiefs get their crack at the best.

To me, this game comes down to six key questions.

1. The health of "Puff Puff Pass Rush".  Both Justin Houston and Tamba Hali are playing hurt (and in Mr. Houston's case, it's obvious).  The Chiefs have to get after Thomas Brady early, and they have to keep pounding him all game long.  I am very confident that the interior trio of Jaye Howard, Allen Bailey, and Dontari Poe will collapse the pocket -- just like they did last week.  The key will be, can Houston and Hali (and Dee Ford) finish the job the line starts?  They did last week, pounding Brian Hoyer all afternoon long, forcing him into six turnovers by the time the day was done. 

Thomas Brady is not going to commit six turnovers on Saturday.  Brian Hoyer, he is not.  But the Chiefs pounded him early and often in last year's matchup, and by the second half, the mistakes started occurring, culminating with Husain Abdullah's Pick Six.  The Chiefs have to replicate last year's defensive performance against the Patriots, and replicate last week's defensive performance against the Texans, to win this game.

2. The emotional maturity of Travis Kelce.  Look it, I love the dude.  But he has made some dumb, bone-headed mistakes over the last couple years, one of which (at Cardinals last season) not only cost the Chiefs the game, it cost them a playoff berth.  (He also all but eliminated all hope of a comeback against those people last year, and was worse than God awful in Cincinnati earlier this season.)

Travis Kelce needs to play mistake-free football on Saturday.  Especially since he'll be the primary target of Alex Smith's passes for most of the afternoon.

3. The weather.  The forecast calls for a 100% chance of rain, with a high barely reaching 40 (and plunging fast once the sun goes down) on Saturday in Foxboro.  Remember how I have said many, many times before that "there is no such thing as coincidence"?  The Chiefs have played two games in this exact type of conditions in the last six weeks -- and won them both (Bills, Chargers).  The sloppier the weather, the better it favors the Chiefs.  They've not only practiced for craptacular conditions like this?  They've played games that count in them.  This could be the little thing that puts the Chiefs over the top.

4. The run / pass ratio.  The good folks at Arrowhead Pride harp on this weekly in their feature where they grade "Fat" Andy's performance.  Anything worse than a 60/40 pass / run mix gets a F, no questions asked.  Last week, the ratio flipped -- the Chiefs ran the ball 56% of the time (usually the figure winds up in the 55/45 pass/run range).  If the Chiefs are able to flip the ratio again on Saturday?  They will win this game.  And they will win it convincingly.

5. The offensive line.  The single biggest key to flipping the ratio.  If the line plays like it did in Houston last week, the Chiefs should win.  They were opening up solid holes in a damned good Texans front wall last week, and Alex Smith wasn't under constant duress and pressure.  In addition, and I harped on this in the recap on Thursday, Eric Fisher looks like he's finally arrived.  He had a nasty streak to him last week.  I thought the cheap shot to knock JJ Watt out of the game was brilliant.  That's what I want in an offensive lineman, especially one protecting Sir Alex's blindside -- a willingness to throw down if needed.  That nasty attitude needs to show up again on Saturday.

6. The kicking game.

If it is indeed a 100% rain game Saturday, Cairo Santos (affectionately known on this site, and in Section 132, rows 25 and 26, as “Pedro”!) has to come through. 

He’s rarely if ever been challenged by what he will face Saturday.

I guess I’m in the minority … in thinking he’s more than up to facing it.

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The Chiefs Prognostication:

I want to flash back to the GameDay recap to essentially open the 2013 season, after the Chiefs beat the Cowboys 17-16:



It rings as true today, as it did then.

If not even truer.


"Even in madness?
I know you still believe!
Paint me on canvas,
So I become?

What you can never be!"

I believe in this team.  I believe in this team.  Once more -- I believe in this team.

* Chiefs (+5) 27, at Patriots 20.  Score picked via the Bill Maas "If We Show Up With Our Helmets On, We Win" game in 1991 credentials.

I believe in this team.  

I dare you to defy me ...

Thursday, January 14, 2016

chiefs! texans! where I saw 8020 some odd bleeping days of misery ends! ...

“Hear the sound of the falling rain?
Coming down like an Armageddon flame!
A shame –
The ones who died without a name …

Hear the dogs howling out of key?
To a hymn called faith and misery!
And bleed –
The company lost the war today …

I beg to dream and differ,
From your hollow lies!
This?  Is the dawning
Of the rest of our lives!

On holiday! …

Hear the drum pounding out of time?
Another protester has crossed the line!
To find –
The money’s on the other side …

Can I get another amen?  (Amen!)
There’s a flag wrapped around a score of men!
A gag –
A plastic bag on a monument …

I beg to dream and differ,
From your hollow lies!
This?  Is the dawning
Of the rest of our lives!

On holiday! …”


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In the words of my second favorite song by the Beatles: “there are places I remember, all my life -- though some have changed”.

Saturday, January 9, 2016, at approximately 6:36pm, is one of those moments.  And I wouldn't change a damned thing about it.

And even more to the point, it was one of those moments, that truly and unquestionably qualifies as a “Stevo Moment”.  Something that (probably) only I would find the amazing in.  Something that (possibly) only I would be moved to tears over.

Because Saturday, January 9, 2016, at approximately 6:35pm, as the Chiefs’ Sean Smith sprinted – sprinted! – towards the huddled mass of Chiefs fans behind the bench … well, let’s do this right.

Here is your recap, of the sweetest, most satisfying Chiefs game I have attended in at least twenty two years.

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I spent Thursday night in my ol’ stomping grounds of Fort Worth, staying with a great friend of my Second Parents, John O.  Since I apparently was “the guest of honor” for this trip (aka “I just turned 39”), I got to pick the restaurant for Thursday night.

Gee, let me think.  Fort Worth side of the Metroplex … we all like Mexican … cannot POSSIBLY imagine what I picked!

Yup – Uncle Julio’s.

The dinner was phenomenal.  Uncle Julio’s was every bit the slice of paradise I remembered.  Right down to the greatest cocktail that doesn’t involve vodka or whiskey, that I’ve ever had:



(“The Swirl”!  It’s a margarita / sangria mix.  Image credit: me, via my iPhone 6.)

After finishing off the better part of two fajita platters, a trayful of The Swirls, and a few other assorted alcoholic concoctions, I opted not to force John O to head the two miles to the TCU campus, to see what things look like nowadays.  Mainly because it was pushing 9pm, and you couldn’t exactly “see” the campus.

I went to bed Thursday night a little bit after 11pm.  And I had what can only be described, as the most surreal dream of my life, that night.  I choose not to really describe what said dream was about … because it was so … I’m looking for the right word here.  Real?  It honestly felt like I was living a real life moment, and I rarely if ever have had a dream, like I did Thursday night.  I know it was a dream, given who the other participant in it was. 

It honestly felt like I was seeing my future at some point.  Every detail was so specific, so visual, so clear and obvious. 

What truly scares me … is that I’m not sure I want this dream, to actually come to fruition in real life. Ten months ago, I did.  Now?  I don’t.

I swear to God – NOT drinking a stiff Weller and Diet with Lime to fall asleep, really messes with my mind in seriously bleeped up ways.

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We departed for Houston a little bit before 10am.  I had to work on the drive down, which kind of sucked, but also kind of didn’t, since it meant I had something to do besides drain my data plan watching classic episodes of television on Netflix or Hulu.

The drive to Houston was spectacular.  We made it across the Metroplex in barely forty minutes, and were in the northern suburbs a little before 12:15pm.  (For those doing the speeding math, we were flying.  To make it from southeast Dallas to northeast Houston in barely 2 ½ hours, you’re not exactly messing around.)

And then … Houston happened.

I love Texas.  I truly do.  I’d give damned near anything to move back, and this weekend only reinforced just how much I want to head south and just start the whole damned thing over, just hit the reset button to December 1998 and undo what I am beginning to realize was the biggest mistake of my life (the decision to move back to Kansas City after college).

But my God, I do not miss the traffic.  I-45 was at a standstill for the better part of ten miles.  It took over an hour to get from 610 to downtown.  It took another thirty minutes once we got on 288 to get to 610.  Finally, about 1:30, I’ve had enough.  I logged into the App Store on my phone, and downloaded Google Maps.

In hindsight?  That lil’ app that could, would have to be named the MVP of the weekend.

We bailed on 288, used the app to maneuver a few back roads, and arrived at the lovely Comfort Suites NRG Park at exactly 2pm.  After we check in and get the bags and the coolers up to the room, it was … hang on.  I haven’t properly congratulated this dude yet, so let me take the opportunity to do that now.

In the words of CBS Sportsline national columnist – and good friend – Heath: “it’s beer thirty, and I’m beer thirsty”.

Keep the traffic debacle in mind.  It’s going to come into significant play, about forty hours later.

(Note: that debacle is one of the two stories, I left on the cutting room floor of this post.)

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I spent the afternoon doing job stuff, and enjoying a few cocktails.  The plan for Friday was to head downtown to the Flying Saucer for the 610 / Chiefs Twitter pre-party, then head out towards the Galleria for dinner at Willie G’s later that night.  We made reservations for 9:30pm, and headed out for downtown.

Thankfully, it was a straight shot from our hotel to the Flying Saucer.  Main Street took you the entire way.  Unfortunately, we no sooner stepped out the door, than it began raining.  If you’ve ever been to Houston, you know those fine folks don’t believe in things like curbs, and drainage ditches, so the water just piles on the streets.  Made a 25 minute drive last close to an hour.  But we finally made it, and had a solid hour or so of fun.

I enjoyed meeting some folks I’ve been Twitter friends with for awhile now; hopefully they felt the same meeting the dude whose avatar is a lynched denver broncos doll.  But after an hour or so, it was obvious this wasn’t going to be anything like the Tilted Kilt in Indy two years ago, so we made the decision to bail and move up the Willie G’s reservation if possible.  After mission accomplished and paying the single most ridiculous bar tab I’ve ever paid in my life *, we headed out for Willie G’s.

And no sooner did we get onto 610, than the rain intensified.  The hail began.  You couldn’t see five feet in front of you.  It sucked.  The ten minute drive took thirty, and we were all grateful to simply survive it.  I cracked the never funny “if the animals start showing up in pairs, I’m leaving” joke at some point to no applause.

We entered Willie G’s drenched, but hungry.  And holy cow, did this place once again not disappoint.  The manager was great – he kept asking us when we were going to order the main course, so that he could ensure it was “made special for you Chiefs fans”.  The wait staff was awesome.  (The rain made it a slow night at that fine dining establishment.)  The food was incredible as always.  I chose to go with the Velvet Devil merlot as my drink of choice; it might be the best merlot I’ve ever had.  And God knows I’ve had a few.

We were there for pushing two hours, before finally realizing we were too stuffed to down another tray of oysters or this shrimp concoction that is shrimp, wrapped with bacon, with pepperjack cheese and a jalapeno inside.  (I was good for two whole trays of that bad boy.)

We got one of the kitchen staff to snap a picture of us and the waiters:



(These guys were great.  Image credit: Willie G’s staffer via Mona's Canon thingy.)

Then it was back to the hotel, where we caught up with the various other friends and Chiefs fans slowly yet surely making their way towards Houston, while enjoying a few quality Weller and Diet’s.  (Hell no, I wasn’t repeating the previous night’s mistake of going to bed whiskey-free.  I enjoy brain dead sleep, rather than “what the hell does this mean” dreams, thank you very much.)

Anthony, Jaimmie, and Miranda were pushing Tulsa when we left off with them.  Ron and Ryan and Tyler and their crew was heading down from Dallas in the morning.  As they had the parking pass, we all agreed they’d set the start time for tailgating based on when they arrived.

I went to bed a little before midnight.

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(*: we had, between three of us, five Beam and Diet’s, and three Beam and Dr. Pepper’s.  (You can guess which three were mine.  I’m telling you, whiskey and DP – they go well together!  (Pause).  What?  (Pause).  Oh come on!  That’s not what I meant!  I … fine.  (Sighing in disgust).  That’s what she said.  There, you happy?)

Anyways, eight drinks with sh*tty Jim Beam in them (because the only two whiskeys this place had were Beam and Jack.  Seriously?).  Since Russ and Mona were getting the tab at Willie G’s, I thought I’d be a nice guy and pick up the tab at the Flying Saucer.  So let’s compare tabs, shall we?

Willie G’s: Russ had three Weller and Diet’s; Mona had three glasses of riesling, I had four glasses of merlot.  Between the three of us we had three trays of a dozen oysters, four of the fancy shrimp trays, and opted for salads as well (rather than a large main course).  Tab total: $132 plus tip.

Flying Saucer: eight Beam and mixers; no food of any kind.  Tab total: $52 plus tip.

Needless to say, when our hotel front desk dude recommended the Flying Saucer as a place to go watch the Steelers game on Saturday night, we looked at him like he was the dumbest piece of sh*t in the state of Texas. 

Compared to where we wound up on Saturday night?  The Flying Saucer might have been worth it …)

(Oh, and note, where we wound up on Saturday night?  Is the second story left on the cutting room floor.)

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And I woke up a little bit before 8am.  I frankly have no idea how I slept, other than “heavily medicated”. 

I hopped in the shower, got dressed, and headed down to the lobby to eat some breakfast.  When I got down there about 8:20, there were a couple nice Chiefs fans from Garland at a table, another couple of Chiefs fans from San Antonio at a second table, and a collection of people from Louisiana with no obvious interest in football, at a third table. 

I grabbed this yogurt thingy by Dannon that has actual fruit in the bottom of it.  I didn’t believe the labeling.  It was damned good.  I ate three of those peach ones.  It was as I was eating the second one, that the people at the Louisiana table, engaged in the single most incredible conversation I’ve ever eavesdropped on in my life.  

I was so stunned at what I heard, I immediately pulled up my email and had to send the conversation to The Voice of Reason, to record what was said.

Here is that email:



(image credit: me, via the Snag-It tool on the laptop.)

I mean, how do you top that on the Random-o-Meter?  Unbelievable.

(As a follow-up, they were back at the same table Sunday morning.  Sadly, they were more subdued.)

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We headed out a little bit after 11am.  Already the line to get into the Yellow Lot was stretched back onto Main Street, going back almost all the way to 610 half a mile away.  And there were a TON of Chiefs fans in that line.  Our group was tailgating in Orange Lot, which (go figure) was on the complete opposite side of NRG Park than our hotel.  So we started hoofing it, since Ron had called and said they were grabbing some food, and should be parked and tailgating within the half hour.

It was a healthy three mile walk from our hotel to the Orange Lot.  Someone called to let us know it was O13.  I had just finished all the Coors Lights I had brought for the walk when I saw them -- pretty close to O13.  Russ and Mona either recognized a few people in the front of Orange Lot and stopped to say hello for a bit ... or made new friends of a few people in the front of the Orange Lot. 

Either way, I headed down, exchanged pleasantries, met a few new folks that the Springfield crew had brought with them, and then we started doing what we do best – drinking in the sun.  And sadly, it was not quite warm enough to contemplate shirts off.  Friday in Houston it was 75.  Saturday was windy, but still in the high 50s as tailgating began, and not a cloud in the sky.  I texted my brother to ask him what it was like in KC at that moment.  His response?  “22 and sh*ttacular”.  OK then!  I’ll take almost 60 and sunny for 800, Alex!

Anthony, Jaimmie, and Miranda made it a little bit after 1pm.  And for the next ninety minutes or so, it was a good, fun afternoon.  Here was the setup:



(Yes, that is the "rastrodome!" to your left.  Eighth wonder of the world my (rear end).  image credit: me, via my iPhone 6.)

There will be those of you -- the astute of the, uuh, astute -- who will take a look at that picture and think "wow, that looks way different than how tailgating at Arrowhead looks".

(Pause).  Do I do this?  (Pause).  Yeah, it needs to be said.


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So let me lay out a few reasons why NRG Park’s, uuh, parking for tailgating, is so damned superior to Arrowhead’s, that the Chiefs organization should be publically shamed, for what they claim are “regulations that work!”

1. The striping of parking spots.  At NRG, the stripes don’t go all the way to the through lane.  They give you a solid 4, 5 feet behind where you park, yet in front of the through way.  (Look at the picture above -- you'll see what I mean.)  What a novel idea – if you demand people “tailgate in front of or behind their vehicle”, as the Chiefs do?  Give them an actual spot to do that, that isn’t an impediment to traffic or a danger to the tailgater’s lives!  How novel!

2. Zero, zip, nada, not a single regulation on vehicle size.  You want to bring your bus?  Bring it!  You want to bring a smoker attached to your trailer hitch?  Just be nice enough to share what you’re smoking!

3. Park wherever the hell you want within the lot.  No, really – wherever the hell you want!  You aren’t forced to the front of the lot.  You are towed if you dare defy that directive.  There is NOBODY inside the lot forcing you to go where you don’t want to.  You hand your pre-paid pass to the attendant, drive through the gate, and that’s it.  You aren’t bothered again.

4. Here’s a stunner – the parking attendants direct traffic exiting the facility!  It’s not a gigantic free-for-all turned into an indefensible clusterf*ck with orange barriers that make no sense, parking attendants nowhere to be found, and no discernible or enforceable exiting flow to follow.  We got back to our hotel a little bit before 7pm (about a half hour after the game ended).  By the time we left for dinner fifteen, twenty minutes later?  The lots had emptied, traffic was back to normal, and the cops were packing up to head home for the night.

For the record, and for the interest of fairness, here is a complete and detailed listing of everything I did not care for, about the Texans parking setup at NRG Park.





Yeah, I got nothing.

So let me counter the obvious counter-arguments the Chiefs would offer up, to the Texans parking setup.

1. “It costs double per game what the Jackson County Sports Authority charges you to park at Arrowhead”.

This is a factually correct statement – the Red Reserve pass we use is $27 / vehicle; we paid $52 / pass for parking in Orange Lot on Saturday.  And you know what?  We had to buy three passes for the twenty or so who were tailgating (fourteen of whom are Season Ticket Members).  EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US agreed, we’d happily pay double what we do now, to be able to park under Houston Texans parking regulations at Arrowhead.  Every.  Single.  One of us.

2. “The Texans require every vehicle to have a pre-paid pass.”

Again – this is a factually correct statement, to park in one of the color-coded NRG Park lots.  To which I would remind the Chiefs that, I don’t know, you’re going to pre-paid parking passes only, as soon as next year!  This argument makes no sense.

3. “Well, we limit the size of vehicles and enforce the rules we do because we have limited parking space.”

Again – this is a factually correct statement.  There are a finite amount of spots to park at the Truman Sports Complex.  However, it is also a factually correct statement that the Truman Sports Complex has nearly 30% more parking spaces, than NRG Park does.  And even if you account for the fact that shaving 5-6 inches off of each row means they’re giving up three parking rows per lot?  TSC would STILL have more parking than NRG by at least 15%.

4. “Well, even if every argument you’ve made is right, Stevo, we don’t control parking at the Sports Complex – the Jackson County Sports Authority does.”

Again – a 100% factually correct statement.  And it’s also 100% full of unfiltered foul-smelling donkey manure.  Does ANYONE with an IQ above a corpse honestly think if the Chiefs requested the Sports Authority to change the way parking is handled, that the Sports Authority would say no?

Yo, Kansas City Chiefs!  You’ve done things your way for twenty years.  It DOES NOT work.  NOONE is happy.  So do yourselves – and most especially, us, your paying customer that you don’t truly give a crap about – a little bone here.  When you “devise” and “revise” the parking regulations for 2016?  Let the fans who tailgate every week have a voice.  Let those of us who have to live with your choices, tell you what the consequences of those choices are.  Let us open your eyes to what an abject failure the way you people run things at the Sports Complex, has always been.

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A little bit after 2pm, Russ and Mona decided to head in.  It was a healthy hike from where we were in the Orange Lot to our seats inside NRG Stadium to begin with, and they wanted to do some shopping in the various team shops beforehand.

Before taking off, they handed me my ticket, and it is at this moment, that I finally notice what can only be called … “The Omen”.

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“The Omen”.  Perhaps best known by some of you as a 1976 horror film in which the viewing public was introduced to the literal Son of Satan.  That’s probably not a good thing.

But “omen”, according to Wikipedia, “is a phenomenon that is believed to foretell the future, often signifying the advent of change”.

The moment I took a look at my ticket, took a look at my beer, and finally realized where I was standing, I suddenly and all at once looked at Anthony, Tyler, and Ryan, and simply said “we are so winning this f*cking game!”

(Note: that's the first truly "seven dirty words", uuh, word to appear in this post ... and I'm on page ten.  New year, new me, same "site"!  #itworkedforpercysnow #backintheday)

So let me back up a moment.  I entered this trip believing with full confidence that the Chiefs should win this game.  I said to countless people that “if they can’t win this game, in this spot, they’re never winning a playoff game”.  Because this is a (chuck barkley voice) turrible Texans squad, whose ass we’d already whipped in their building to open the season.  They were starting arguably the worst – and certainly he’s in the top five worst – quarterbacks to ever start a playoff game in NFL history.  The Chiefs entered not only having won ten straight games, but our last four on the road were all blowout victories – destroying satan’s squad, embarrassing the “Super” Chargers, taking the faiders to the woodshed, and treating the Ravens like that poor government mule Reverend Sharpton whines about every four years at the DNC.  We had destroyed the Lions by five touchdowns in a neutral site game, and taken care of business the five home games (albeit barely in some cases): Steelers, Bills, “Super” Chargers, Browns, “pride and poise boys”.  (The point being: the Chiefs play far better away from Arrowhead, than they do inside those hallowed walls, for some reason.)

My official pick before leaving the office was Chiefs 23, Texans 16 … and I wasn’t sold on it.

But then, “The Omen” happened.

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I have my drinking buddy, affectionately known as 13.  This no doubt is because "he" is a Chiefs jersey coozie with the number 13 on it **.  Here he is at his finest:



(image credit: me, via a iPhone.)

I suddenly realized, not only was my coozie rocking the 13 … but we were parked in Orange Lot 13:



(image credit: me, via my iPhone 6).

And as if that wasn’t a double off the wall, the trifecta?  I was sitting in 121, EE … seat 13:



(no clue who James Forbes is ... but he made a boatload of cash off of me and my crew this past weekend, if face value was $100 ... and we paid $326 / apiece.  Image credit: me, via my iPhone 6).

Hence my declaration to my fellow tailgaters.  From that moment on, I was the model of calm and cool and confidence ***.  There was no way a trifecta of 13’s could be a coincidence.

We were winning this f*cking game.

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(**: why, you ask, does a coozie make me so happy?  For three reasons, really.  (1) I started using 13 in (go figure) 2013.  In the three seasons he's been in the pilot's seat for my alcoholic adventure, the Chiefs have posted three winning seasons.  The Royals have posted three winning seasons.  The Chiefs have made the playoff twice.  The Royals have made the playoffs twice.  The Royals made the World Series twice, winning it once.  (2) Because who doesn't love a coozie that is a football jersey?  And most importantly, (3) courtesy of a great friend: if you're drinking with a coozie on your glass or bottle or can?  You'll never have to drink alone.  Feel free to use that one when the wife / girlfriend / awesome hookup / "Coyote Ugly" mistake b*tches at you the next time that you drink too much on the couch.  You're not alone!)

(***: this, for once, is not an abject lie.  I never doubted we’d win this game from that moment on.  I just doubted we’d win by 30, in a game we should have won by 50.)

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Anthony, Jaimmie, Miranda and I headed in a little after 2:30.  And so, allow me a quick shout-out to those great friends and tailgating buddies.  They literally drove all night Friday night to make the game.  (Anthony couldn’t get off work before 9pm Friday.)  They arrived in H-Town about 9am Saturday.  They took a quick power nap, and then went right back at it all day and night long.  Mad kudos for not only making it, but making the sacrifices to your health and sleeping habits, to make it happen!

I grabbed a few “power towels” on the walk in – and yes, Mr. Reason, they not only were called “power towels”, but on multiple occasions during the game, the PA announcer encouraged fans to “waive your power towels to support your Texans!”  Somewhere, Ron Prince has to be smiling.  (Note: if you aren’t a KU or KSU Football fan, that will mean nothing to you.  If you are?  It will either have you laughing and damned near crying from hysteria (KU), or embarrassed as hell (KSU).  Your call.)

Here’s what those bad boys looked like:



(what, no HEB as the primary sponsor?  #disgraceful  Image credit: me, via my iPhone 6.)

I treated that like I would a towel at Arrowhead: I draped it John Thompson Senior style and bit the hell out of it from stress.  But personally, I liked Ryan’s reaction to what he thought of it.

“Hey!  What do you think of my new (ejaculation) rag?”

As I noted to his lovely girlfriend Alyssa, standing next to us: “you must be so proud”.

I mean, after all – I would be, if my girlfriend referred to the enemy’s power towel as a “(ejaculation) rag”.  Now I just need to find a girlfriend who’d say that.  (Pause).  Or just a girlfriend, period.  I can always work on corrupting her.

That, incredibly, amazingly?  Wasn’t even Ryan’s third greatest comment of the day.

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My favorite moment of the pregame: The Eli Young Band performing “Deep In The Heart of Texas”.  I was so giddy over that, I texted a bunch of people what was happening.  To which multiples of you replied “did they remember the words?”

Yes.  Yes they did.


As did I.  Twenty plus years after I first stepped foot in the greatest place on earth?  I still know how to honor it properly.



(image credit: me, via my iPhone 6.)

I mean, isn't that freaking awesome?  I think it is.  And since this is my site, I'm playing the selfish asshat card and declaring that to be freaking awesome.

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Texans won the toss, chose to defer.  It’s what I’d do.

I noted to Ryan that “I should warn you, most people don’t like sitting by me.  You have no idea what you’re in for.”  To which he replied “no, you have no idea what YOU’RE in for!”

Sweet merciful Lord Jesus, was he right.  All I can say is that to all of you reading this who have ever sat by me at Arrowhead, or watched a game with me, and seen me at my “finest”?

Ryan puts me to shame.  I look like an uninterested third-party neutral observer compared to him.  I think that’s a good thing … for both of us.

So, as the Chiefs head out to receive the kick, Ryan yells to all of us sitting there “Knile Davis is taking this to the house!’  Considering he was double fisting Bud Light’s as he said this (and wasn’t exactly sober entering this matchup), I just laughed.  He then looked at me with a look of secure seriousness, and shouted straight into my face “you doubt me?  He’s taking this to the mother f*cking house!”

Eleven seconds later?  Chiefs 7, Texans 0, on the quickest score in NFL Playoff history.

If there was any doubt left that the Chiefs would win this game?  That one play erased them.  NRG Stadium was a lunatic asylum for that kickoff, even with about 30% of the seats being filled with Chiefs fans.  It never again even approached that level of noise.

At least when the home team was on defense.

Because it sure as hell did, when Bulldog Bob Sutton’s boys, were on the turf.

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(I should note, for the rest of the game recap, I’m pulling from the NFL Game Center thingy, to ensure accuracy of down, distance, and timing, when necessary.)

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The Texans came out and went three and punt.

The Chiefs mounted a short drive, before punting.  On this drive, the Chiefs missed a golden opportunity to blow this thing wide, wide open before 80% of the fans were in their seats, when Alex Smith threw what I thought was a damned solid deep ball intended for Albert Wilson.  

And that, folks, is what drives me bat bleep crazy about Albert Wilson -- he won't lay out for anything.

Had he dove for that pass, at worst he's touched down just short of the goalline.  At best, he'd have scored.  Instead, the pass fell incomplete in front of him, and the Chiefs punted.

If the Chiefs are to pull off the upset Saturday night in Foxboro, Albert Wilson has to make that catch.

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After the punt, the Texans threw their first interception of the day, a pathetic toss that Eric Berry handled.  And then the Chiefs promptly returned the favor, with a questionable throw to Jeremy Maclin that was mishandled, and Brian Cushing picked off.

The Texans then mounted a decent drive, before the devastating two-some of Allen Bailey and Dontari Poe absolutely decapitated poor Bryan Hoyer, who fumbled the ball and the Chiefs recovered. 

In the Chronicle on Sunday, every columnist mercilessly unloaded on poor Mr. Hoyer.  And certainly, he looked God awful on Saturday.  But (dana wright voice) for the love.  People?  You could have the greatest quarterback in NFL history under center for Houston on Saturday against this defense (and that would be “he who shall not be named” – I hate saying it, but ol’ horse face is the best ever), and even “he who shall not be named” would have looked like an incompetent boob back there.

And -- sssshhhhh! -- here's the dirty little secret: the Chiefs weren't anywhere near as healthy last Saturday ... as they will be this Saturday.

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For all intents and purposes, the game ended on two back-to-back plays in which Texans coach Bill O'Brien -- apparently possessed by the offensive acumen of his defensive coordinator, Romeo "Coach Buffoon" Crennel -- virtually sealed his team's defeat.

The Chiefs led 13-0 with time running down in the first half.  After a great run by Alfred Blue ****, and a great third and short inside draw by Mr. Blue, the Texans had goal to go at the Chiefs 2.

In trots "all world, all everything", Number 99 in your programs, JJ Watt.

There were over 72,000 of us in attendance on Saturday.  Every single one of us, knew what was coming.

Sure as stuff, direct snap to JJ Watt, who loses a yard on the play.

Second down, a designed delayed pass over the middle for Alfred Blue.  Brian Hoyer missed it high, and threw it right into the waiting arms of Josh Mauga, who for the second time in a month, secured the deflating interception that all but crushed the hopes of the home team.

From that moment on, every single time Brian Hoyer did anything -- attempt a pass, get picked off, fumble, sacked, simply trot onto the field -- he was booed mercilessly. 

Which did lead to this fun exchange:

(dude in front of me) I've never heard a quarterback booed like this!
(me) I have.
(dude) When?
(me) Matt Cassel, 2012.  Hell, we cheered when he left concussed for crying out loud!  You think this tops cheering a dude's brain getting scrambled?
(dude) (thinking)
(dude) Now that you mention it, we were pretty hard on Matt Schaub a couple years ago ...

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After yet another Brian Hoyer interception, we reach the half.  Chiefs 13, Texans 0.

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(****: lots of "you're my boy, Blue!" yelling after he did anything good.  And considering he was the only player on that squad who earned his Toro on his helmet Saturday, you heard a lot of it.)

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Halftime.  As promised, we got Lil' Jon.  Sadly, my hoped for appearance by some "self employed models" courtesy of RCI Entertainment ***** did not materialize.  However, the Texans cheerleaders were an acceptable replacement as the background entertainment.

You knew this was going to be something (the great mr. hugh m. hefner voice) REALLY special!, when Mr. Jon opened the performance by dedicating his performance "to all my b*tches and ho's in the 369!"  It was that, or he was asking all his b*tches and ho's to perform some 69.  Either way, it was great.

And actually, it was -- dare I say it -- entertaining!  There's a novel idea, NFL: put on halftime shows that keep people's asses in the seats, rather than fleeing them!  Mad props to the Texans, who always have a mini-concert at halftime.  (When I went in 2007, for example, they had Clay Walker perform.  2010 I believe it was Gary Allan, if I recall correctly.  Earlier this year?  You guessed it -- Frank Stallone!)  I ask you Chiefs fans, what would YOU rather watch: some 420 lb chicks Jazzercising on a 100 foot HD video board ... or Lil' Jon makin' it rain on some scantily chad cheerleaders? 

Good job, Lil' Jon.  And mad props for refusing to edit the lyrics.  Because NOTHING says wholesome family entertainment like a live, uncensored performance of "Get Low"!

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(*****: funny and true story time!  My first job out of college, I worked for Rubbermaid.  My job was to drive all over Kansas, Nebraska, and South Dakota and get yelled at all day for every wrong that apparently has ever existed.

Anyway, in either late April or early May that year, I had to go man our booth at some trade show in Sioux Falls with whoever our rep that had Iowa and Minnesota was.  (I remember his first name was Chad; I don't remember the last.)  Anyway, we got along pretty well, and one of the nights, we decided to put a bender at the hotel bar on the company's card.  So we're sitting there, and he tells me about this chick he almost hired a few months earlier to take over some of his territory.  As he recalled, she seemed too good for the job, too over-qualified, because she listed as her job history almost fifteen years in "client relations for some company based in Houston.  RCI something."  I immediately lost it.  Once I stopped laughing, I asked "did you hire her?"  He sadly didn't; he went with someone else.  I then asked "did you ever look into what RCI Entertainment is?"  He said no.  I looked at him and said "ok, well, technically, she didn't lie ... but dude, RCI is short for Rick's Cabaret International.  She was a stripper / hooker for fifteen years."

That's why I kept saying "I want the dancers to be brought in by RCI Entertainment", for Lil' Jon's performance.  Because the only way a dude rapping about the sh*t he does -- uncensored! -- could be topped?

Is if a couple of "client relationship coordinators" from Texas' most infamous adult entertainment establishment, was the background noise.

Oh, and yes, I have been to a RCI Cabaret.  It can't hold a candle, to the "Outback Steakhouse" on "Two for Twenty" night.)

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The second half had its share of moments, but one play stood out above all others -- for both the Chiefs and the Texans.

Midway through the 3rd Quarter, score still 13-0, the Chiefs have the ball and are driving.  (The drive started at their own 6.)  The Red and Gold has 2nd and 10 at the Chiefs 38.

Alex drops back and completes a 7 yard pass to the sideline my seats were on, to set up a makeable 3rd and 3.  However, the receiver, Jeremy Maclin, isn’t getting up.

And far behind the line of scrimmage, 99 Houston isn’t getting up either.

Thanks to a dirty, dirty cheap shot by Eric Fisher.

Neither player returned to the contest – and from all early indications, Mr. Maclin will probably be OK to play Saturday afternoon.  (Whew!)

What I want to do, is praise Eric Fisher.  Because FINALLY, he played like an offensive lineman picked first in the freaking draft, should play.

Because ... JJ Watt accomplished nothing on Saturday.  

He had one carry for minus one yard.  But that can be blamed on Bill O’Brien channeling his inner Dom Capers, his inner Gary “Krap Of” Kubiak.

JJ Watt had one assisted tackle on Saturday.  Nothing solo.  No sacks.  No quarterback pressures.  No strips, fumble recoveries, not even a freaking knockdown of 11.

All game long, the Chiefs let Mr. Fisher take him on.

And all game long, Mr. Fisher answered the bell.  Up to and including knocking him out of the game with a blatant cheap shot that Jerry “The King” Lawler would be verbally fellating, and “Good Ol’” JR would be screaming to God in Heaven above was a “low blow!  Low blow!”

As I said to Mona after that play: “I think our kid is all growed up now!”

Job well done, Eric.  Job freaking well done.

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With about eight minutes to play, Ron and Ryan and Michelle and the lovely Alyssa decided to head down to the rapidly growing mass of Chiefs fans behind the Chiefs bench.  I opted to stay put for the time being.

With about six minutes left to play, I couldn’t resist anymore.

I headed down.

And what a glorious, incredible sight it was:



(Note: this was taken AFTER I went back to my seat in 121.  The tunnel was in 133 if I remember the seating chart correctly.  12 straight sections of Greatness.  The Sea of Red extended that far, long, and wide!  (Pause).  Of course -- that's what she said!  Image credit: me, via my iPhone 6.)

I didn’t stick around for long – Anthony texted me that they were headed down, and frankly, after the debacle of Indy two years ago … and all the utter indefensible crap we've sat through since 1/4/98 ... there’s no two people I wanted to enjoy the final seconds with more, than my Second Parents.

My #seatmatesforlife.

I made it back to my seat right as the two minute warning hit.  And I know I’m a sucker for “the moment”, and a sucker for “nostalgia” (just wait until we get to the lead of this post in about five more paragraphs) … but I thought it was total fitting justice, that the play that officially clinched, for all intents and purposes, the Chiefs first playoff win in over 8,000 days … was a four yard run on 3rd and 3 by the forgotten man, “Fury of the” Knile Davis.  (Shoutout to @hisdirkness for that awesome nickname.)

I can’t speak for any of you, but I could not for the life of me figure out why Knile Davis wasn’t the next man up after Jamaal Charles went down.  Which is probably why I loved the opening return so much, and the fact that Mr. Davis gained the clinching yardage that allowed Chase Daniel to take a couple (al michaels voice) knees, and end it.

Thank you Knile Davis, for refusing to do what so many of would have done, when being passed over for no obvious reason, and tanking or giving up or refusing to put in a professional day’s work.

Some NFL team is gonna get greatness next fall with Mr. Davis.  I hate that it won’t be the Red and Gold.

But at least we’ll always have Saturday.

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For the record, I did not cry like a freaking newborn baby when that clock hit triple zeros. 

I stood there, 13 and an empty beer cup in my right hand, and just felt numb.  No tears, just … numb.

Sure, there were plenty of hugs to go around, none sweeter than with the Second Parents.  A high infinity with Anthony.  Hell, I even ran into Tyler exiting where all the Chiefs fans were gathering, and he and I both had the same “holy f*cking sh*t, this is happening!!!!!” look of ecstasy and utter shock and awe on our faces as we man-hugged it out.

In the words of Jim Mora Junior: “it was really neat!”

But no tears.

Then came 6:36pm, Saturday, January 9, 2016.

The moment I’ll never forget.

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Flashing back nearly eleven and a half years now to the late, great Randall Carlyle Wakefield’s funeral (and anyone reading this who knew Randy, you f*cking KNEW he owned that game for us!), I still remember standing in the family area before his funeral service, and noting to all present that I had to be the single most conscience-less human being of all time, because “I haven’t shed a tear yet.  What’s wrong with me?”

And of all people, Mona simply said “when it’s your time, you’ll (grieve).”

“When it’s your time?  You’ll cry.”

6:36pm, Saturday, January 9, 2016?

It was Stevo’s turn to cry.

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I was intently staring at the Chiefs sideline, as the postgame prayer huddle broke, as the Texans slugged off the field, as the Chiefs began jubilantly celebrating the greatest win of a generation.

At 6:35pm, "as the Chiefs’ Sean Smith sprinted – sprinted! – towards the huddled mass of Chiefs fans behind the bench" ... I smiled at the image playing out in front of me.  If only because these guys – for the first time in a generation, the RIGHT 53 – wanted this game even more badly than we the Kingdom did.

A moment later? 

The "moment" hit me.

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Over the PA, you heard a drum start to beat.  Then another one.  Then a full on drum procession, followed by the familiar pipes of Billie Joe Armstrong shouting “Hey!  Hey!”

(Note: in hindsight, I wish I’d picked the live version I listened to every second of writing this recap, from a concert in Dublin, Ireland, when Mr. Armstrong opens the song by asking “Do you want a f*cking revolution!”  

I mean, if Lil’ Jon gets to shout out to all his b*tches and ho’s in the 369 uncensored, what’s a f-bomb at that point going to set you back?  Anyway, moving on.)

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How that PA guy knew exactly what song to play, in exactly that moment, I’ll never know nor understand nor comprehend. 

And frankly, I don’t want to know, or understand, or comprehend.

Because he chose to play a song I hadn’t given a thought to in pushing five, six years.

(Ironically, off of one of my five or six favorite cd's of all time ... that I don't listen to often enough.)

But damn -- at 6:36pm on Saturday, January 9, 2016? 

It was perfect.

And folks?  As I’ve said many, many times before – I am the one person you will meet in life?

Who believes there is no such thing as coincidence.

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As soon as Sean Smith hit the stands, I swear to everything holy, the PA got louder.

“Hear the sound of the falling rain?
Coming down like an Armageddon flame!”

Does that describe the best defense in Chiefs franchise history perfectly, or what?

“Hear the dogs howling out of key?
To a hymn called faith and misery!”

Does that describe the Houston Texans on Saturday pitch perfectly, or what?

“I beg to dream and differ
From your hollow lies!
This is the dawning
Of the rest of our lives!!!!”

Does that describe Chiefs Kingdom at this point beyond perfectly, or what?

Yes, peoples and peepettes, when “Holiday” by Green Day hit the speakers, I literally lost it.  I couldn’t have come up with a more perfect song to describe the mood of the day if I’d tried.

Finally, after about five minutes of the water works damned near flooding Section 121, it was time to head off for the hotel, for the eleven bottles of champagne ******, for a night at Wild Wings watching the Steelers and Bengals, for a night of simply celebrating this incredible gift from God we call life …

… and this incredible team we simply call, the Chiefs.

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(******: I had help … but there were eleven bottles purchased for the weekend.  I’m on the hook for twelve for Saturday.  I couldn’t be happier at that indefensible waste of money that will hit my MasterCard about noon a couple days from now.)

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Sunday we headed back to John O’s to crash for the afternoon and evening, before heading home Monday.  For about five brief moments there was some talk about going to Foxboro this weekend, until a quick scan of the cost of Sunday flights back from either Logan or Providence made us realize “this ain’t happening”.

Monday we got a semi-early start out, because I wanted to swing by and check out the bridal shop my aunt opened in August.  I couldn’t make it down for the grand opening due to work obligations, but I swore the next time I was in the Metroplex and had a free five minutes, I’d stop in.

Go figure, the place is closed on Monday.  That didn’t matter.  Of all my aunts and uncles, Gail is my favorite.  Her shop is so freaking cool.  It even led to this hysterical exchange:

(my aunt) you realize, when these pictures post, your mom will see you in a bridal shop?
(me) the shock might kill her.
(my aunt) the shock might kill me!

Apparently, when you’re 39, single, and haven’t had a relationship last past night dos in five years, your relatives begin giving up hope you’ll ever meet “The One”.  Probably good they ain’t me.  She’s out there.  I just haven’t met her yet.

(Or, in typical Stevo fashion, I have met her, botched it royally, and in about three years, it’ll all somehow work out perfectly.)

Here’s the link to her business’ page; please, if you’re reading this, click and do what you can to support it.  She’s struggling to get noticed on the Google searches and Facebook searches and … well hell, I’m not internet savvy enough to have a clue how that stuff works.  If I did, this wouldn’t be a blog read by about 25 regular people.  Still, help a relative out if you can.  It’s appreciated.

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The drive home was so damned boring, I fell asleep twice, even as I was rapidly pulling up “SVU” episodes on the Hulu app, to try to stay awake.

(Note: when you pull up "911" and "Ghost" back to back, and fall asleep?  You're done-zo.  Also Note: I irrationally love every episode of every L&O franchise.)

We made it back to KC from Keller (a northern suburb of Fort Worth) in barely 7 ½ hours.  Even in my peak college days, I couldn’t have topped that timeframe. 

I walked in my front door a little bit after 7, cursed at bit at realizing I’d turned off the heat for the five days I was gone (sonofabeach!  It was cold!), then called my folks to let them know I was home safe.

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And thus ends my magical weekend mystery tour throughout the state of Texas.  I am sure I left stuff out.  (Most especially getting the hell out of Houston Sunday.  That deserves its own post, if I’m being honest.  #googlemapsformvp)

This was hands down the funnest week of my life, and I didn’t even recap the first half of it – my birthday bash turning 39, coupled with the raiders game.  Maybe I’ll get to that at some point.  But I wouldn’t bet on it.

So there you are, Chiefs fans and dedicated readers and die-hard friends.  How fitting, that on the day the greatest Die Hard villain ever sadly loses his fight with cancer (seriously, Hans Gruber = greatness always), that I finally give you die-hards what you’ve wanted all season long: a credible, legitimate recap of the Chiefs weekend that was.


I can only hope and pray, I’m typing up another one of these in approximately ten days …  

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And I plan to post the plans for Saturday's "Game of a Generation", ASAFP, on Friday.  Wish me luck in making that happen ...

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