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13 was disgusted, repulsed, absolutely offended at the notion of leaving this game early. (Yeah, I know -- his arms are permanently extended, but work with it. And if you doubt that's 13? Look at his left sleeve. That's dirt so bleeping earned, even Florida Georgia Line would have to respect it.)
Alex Smith had never led a game winning touchdown drive as a Chiefs quarterback prior to Sunday.
He has now.
That entire fourth quarter rally, damned near most of the overtime, I kept pounding Seats 11, 12, and 13 in front of me.
It's why I stuck around until nobody else who mattered to me or that I knew, was left standing in 132?
To say what I said out loud, before I left the stadium.
I noted in the Texans playoff game recap, that 13 was an omen.
I first starting sitting in Section 132, when my seat number was 2. The year was 2001. I'd been moved back to Kansas City for pushing two years at that point, and up until that point, I'd been sitting with my buddy Jasson in 109 for the previous two years. Then he met his significant other, who I got kicked to the curb for. (Justifiably ... and dude, thanks for the advice and response, to the email I sent ya last week regarding The Chica. I haven't replied yet ... but yours was the response, I most wanted to hear.)
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Josh, overwhelmed by grief of what is gone, what is lost forever ... yet also overwhelmed by the possibilities to come, simply says the only two words that come to mind.