Monday, November 5, 2012

decision 2012: stevo's ballot tomorrow


“I always believed in futures –
I hope for better, in November.
I try the same losing lucky numbers?
It could be a cold night, for a lifetime.

Hey now – you can’t keep saying endlessly,
My darling?  How long until this affects me!

Say hello to good times!
Trade up for the fast ride!
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime
Take the streets, completely.

I always could count on futures,
That things would look up.  And they look up.
Why is it so hard to find the balance,
Between living decent, and the cold and the real?

Hey now – what is it you think you see?
My darling?  Now’s the time to disagree!

Say hello to good times!
Trade up for the fast ride!
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime
Take the streets, completely.

Hey now – the past is told by those who win.
My darling?  What matters is what hasn’t been.
Hey now – we’re wide awake and we’re thinking!
My darling?  Believe your vote can mean something!

Say hello to good times!
Trade up for the fast ride!
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime
Take the streets, completely …”

-- “Futures” by Jimmy Eat World.

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Tomorrow, ladies and gentlemen, peoples and peepettes, the drunk and the stoned who stumble upon this – tomorrow?

WE have a job to do.

No matter who you opt to vote for, go vote.  The power of the people is something that so much of this world has never known, and never will.  Get up tomorrow morning.  Go stand in line.  Or go at lunch.  Go after work.  Make your voice heard, however inconsequential you think it might be.

I believe this is arguably the most important election this nation has had, since 1860.  The choice is crystal clear, at least for the top of the ticket.  Either you vote to hurl the United States down the un-retreatable road to financially unsustainable socialism, or you vote to hit the breaks and make a hard right, to start the u-turn back to the economic model that built this nation into the greatest the world has ever known, capitalism.  If you believe socialism is the answer, where your potential and income and earnings and status in society hits a hard cap far below what you are capable of accomplishing?  Then please vote to re-elect President Obama and Vice President Biden.

If, like me, you refuse to believe that your potential, your earnings, your job, your LIFE, deserves to be capped by some unnamed, faceless government official who doesn’t know you, or your hopes, or your dreams, or your desires.  If, like me, you believe that YOU, not the government, not other people, YOU AND YOU ALONE control your destiny?  Then vote to elect Governor Romney and Rep. Ryan.

Below, is how I will be voting on Tuesday.  Sample ballot for me was obtained at the Missouri Secretary of State’s official website.  I always disclose, at least to my politically active friends, how I vote, because while I completely agree with the sanctity of the privacy of the voting booth, and respect without prejudice your right to not reveal your choices … I have no problem admitting who I voted for, what ballot measures I supported or opposed, and why.  For me, I am so damned proud that this nation, the greatest experiment in mankind’s history, proof that man does not need a misguided trust in some form of higher being in order to self-govern, self-rule, and establish a respected rule of law, I am so damned proud to live here, to call this amazing social success “home”, that I shout from the rooftops who I support, what I believe, and I back it up with the power of my ballot.  Please, folks – do the same tomorrow, no matter how you decide to vote.

You will notice, I do not vote on strict party lines, and in the interest of full disclosure, I am a registered Democrat from the Reagan / Clinton wing of the party that is so thoroughly disgusted by my party’s nominees for the highest office in the land – namely, the outright embrace of European socialism that has led to 25% unemployment in Spain, a literal economic collapse in Greece, and rioting – yes, RIOTING! – in France of all places, that I have to vote:

* President / Vice President: Mitt Romney, Paul Ryan (R).  The last four years have been the greatest failure in American history, save for possibly the Buchanan administration.  And please, spare me the comparisons of President Obama to President Carter – yes, both are inept, clueless, and in over their heads, but at least President Carter not only balanced every budget, the 1980 budget ran a surplus.    President Obama hasn’t even signed a budget into law, let alone balanced one.

I am voting for regime change, because I believe in fiscal sanity.  I oppose $6 trillion of new debt, with (45,000) jobs to show for it.  I oppose 47% of the populace drawing their primary sources of income from the public treasury (although, in the interest of fairness, this is a stupidly misleading statistic, considering that anyone who is a public servant, teacher, first responder, fireman, police officer, member of the armed forces, or draws Social Security legitimately, is included in that 47% figure.  Still, it’s too high to sustain – no free market economy can sustain higher than 35% tops, and even the totalitarian regimes collapse in the 40% range.) 

I oppose nearly 50 million Americans drawing food stamps, up over 15 million from four years ago.  I oppose waiting until 2014 to end the war in Afghanistan – end it now.  (On this point, both sides are dead wrong.)  I oppose the overhaul to welfare requirements this administration issued.  I opposed the stimulus.  (In the interest of fairness, I supported both the financial bailout (TARP), and the bailout of the auto industry, as necessary evils.)

I oppose the Affordable Care Act overall, although there are parts of it that I believe are vast improvements over what the status quo was, and that should form the basis for legitimate comprehensive health insurance reform.  (There is a difference – health care in this country has NO NEED WHATSOEVER for reform.  Insurance?  Oh hell yes it does.  But Care?  Nope.) 

I oppose 8% percent U3 unemployment figures every month the President held office, and 15% legitimate U6 unemployment figures every month the President has held office.  I strongly disagree with the notion that some road or bridge built this country’s economy – it’s PEOPLE did, through hard work, long hours, insane dedication, and a belief that there is no limit to what one can accomplish in this country, if you work at it long and hard enough.

To the President’s credit, he did give the order to successfully locate, and remove as a credible threat, the architect of 9/11, osama bin ladin.  To the President’s credit, I believe he has relatively successfully managed the Arab Spring.  And while I feel horribly for the people affected by our inaction, the President has been correct in refusing to get directly involved in the civil war in Syria.  To the President’s credit, he carried through his predecessor’s promises to withdraw from Iraq by 2010, even speeding up the timetable, and Iraq’s government has proven to be sustainable and stable. 

Also to the President’s credit, he has come out strongly in favor of equal rights for all citizens, by endorsing the rights of gay couples to wed.  Unfortunately, it took four years of “evolution”, and a timely (planned?) gaffe by his Vice President, to get him to realize that equality for all, means equality for all.  You would think the first minority to hold this nation’s highest office, would understand the need to extend equal rights to ALL its people.  (Unfortunately, Mr. Romney does not support equality for all, which in just about any other election, would be a huge negative against him … but this is not “any other election”.)

At the end of the day, when the only successes you can claim are in the realm of foreign policy, and you ceded your foreign policy to your primary rival and her fellow supporters … and that your Vice President forced you, after you “evolved” on the issue, to embrace equal rights for all under the law?  When that’s all you have to show for the last 46 months, 24 of which you had super majorities in both Houses of Congress, and a compliant Supreme Court to boot?  You do not deserve a second term. 

And I will not vote to grant you one.

* US Senator: Claire McCaskill (D).  Ms. McCaskill has done a damned fine job serving my state, and has more than earned a second six year term to represent me in the Congress.  She opposes earmarks for the most part.  (The only one I could find she voted for, was the Kit Bond Bridge.  Anyone who’s made a dash up 29/35 to the gaming establishments in North KC knows, that bridge was LONG OVERDUE and BEYOND NEEDED.  It was NOT a “Bridge to Nowhere”.)

She is a vigilant watchdog of the people’s money.  She has been a moderate voice in the Senate (ranking 50th per most non-partisan rankings of conservative to liberal members of the Senate) at a time this nation needs moderation more than ever before.  While I oppose her support for the ACA, that is the only vote I can think of in six years in which I either did not agree with her vote, or could not reasonably respect her decision to vote as she did.  And again – even though I oppose the ACA overall, there are responsible parts of it that it would be criminal to gut in the event of a Romney / Ryan victory.

Toss in the fact that, while I share her opponent’s belief that all abortion is murder* … his comments on rape are indefensible, and reveal a man simply mentally unfit to hold public office.  My vote is to re-elect a Senator who has earned a second term.

(*: trust me – NOBODY is more stunned at my complete 180 turn on my abortion viewpoints, than me.  Twenty year old me is demanding to know what happened.)

* Missouri Governor: Jay Nixon (D).  If it ain’t broke, don’t try to fix it.  Governor Nixon has signed four balanced budgets into law, without raising a cent in taxes.  And when you’re dealing with a legislature as dominated by wingnuts as Missouri’s is, that’s an impressive accomplishment.  The Governor has charted a moderate, pro-growth, pro-business environment that has seen the movement of some major corporations across the state line, both from Illinois and Kansas, the most recent of which (Freightquote) will be a major boost to my area of town, District 6.  And trust me – we NEED the economic growth.  DESPERATELY.  (Just drive by the roo-eens of what used to be the Bannister Mall shopping complex to figure that out).

His opponent, Mr. Spence, seems like a nice enough man and appears to be qualified for the job.  But again, if it ain’t broke, why try to fix it.  Governor Nixon has done more than enough to earn my vote for a second four year term.

* Missouri Lieutenant Governor: Susan Montee (D).  This might be the toughest decision on my ballot, if only because our current lieutenant governor, Peter Kinder (the Republican on the ballot), has been investigated for assaulting a stripper in an adult entertainment establishment, and had to reimburse the state for charging hotel rooms he shared with said adult entertainers to the state’s credit card.  I mean, that’s awesome!  You want sleazy sometimes in your public officials, if only to make you feel good about yourself.  And really folks – how can it get any sleazier than knocking around a stripper who won’t commit to a “three hole playoff” (rimshot!)?

In all seriousness, Mr. Kinder is a state-wide joke that does not deserve a third term.  Ms. Montee is the sensible alternative, if only because it’s a safe bet she won’t be running up a night at Chippendale’s on the state’s dime.

* Missouri Secretary of State: Shane Schoeller (R).  Coin flip.  Democrat running is Jason Kander of Kansas City.  No matter who wins, fellow Missourians, we are ALL winners, because Robin Carnahan won’t be drawing a public salary anymore.  And if I’m not mistaken, that means every gravy-training Carnahan is now sitting at home.  That’s good enough.  (Note: if I hate you enough as a politician, that I voluntarily vote for John freaking Ashcroft over you?  You are a HORRIBLE politician.)

* Missouri State Treasurer: Cole McNary (R).  Do you trust a Democrat with your money?  And I ask that as a registered Democrat.  Do you trust a Democrat to be responsible and sensible with your taxpayer dollars?  Cause I sure as all hell don’t.

* Missouri Attorney General: Chris Koster (D).  Another “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” vote.  Mr. Koster has done a solid job in his four years on the job, and Republican-turned-Democrat-to-win from Harrisonville deserves another four years in the job.  Put it this way – Mr. Koster could literally screw a court reporter on a desk in a defendant’s waiting area while various other court officers “watched on a personal level”, while destroying evidence that proves a lawsuit against Planned Parenthood is baseless in fact … and all he’d manage to do is match what’s gone on in this office in Kansas the last six years.

* US House of Representatives (5th District): Jacob Turk (R).  My current Representative, the former mayor of Kansas City, Rev. Emanuel Cleaver III, or “Sleazy Manny Cleaver” as I call him, not only never deserved this office in the first place (hey, passing on NASCAR!  That was brilliant!  No, really Manny – Jackson County couldn’t have used the Village West / Legends type growth you so geniusly handed to Wyandotte County!).  Mr. Cleaver currently has the taxpayers on the hook for literally millions of dollars in a failed car wash business he owns, that he has defaulted on the loan payments for.

For that reason alone, he must be retired to whatever congregation is stupid enough to consider this man a legitimate representative of the Christian faith.  (Although, to be fair, he’s at worst the third worst “representative” of Christ on Earth, behind Reverend Jesse Jackson and Reverend Al Sharpton, who I gotta admit, I cannot WAIT to see react to the election results tomorrow night on MSNBC.)
 
* State Senate (9th District): Kiki Coles (D).  Running unopposed.  Besides, how can you vote against someone named Kiki?

* State Representative (27th District): Bonnaye Mims (D).  Running unopposed.  Besides, what the hell is a Bonnaye?

* Jackson County Sheriff: Mike Sharp (D).  Running unopposed.  Having spent an unplanned few hours in Mr. Sharp’s penal system over the last four years, I can confirm it’s a professionally run, semi-efficient operation that gets you bonded out within a few hours, and doesn’t require you to shower up before leaving.  That’s good enough for me.

* Jackson County Prosecutor: Jean Peters Baker (D).  A worthy successor to Mike Sanders.  She has more than earned a second term.  Ms. Peters Baker is running unopposed.

* Missouri Supreme Court: NO to retaining George W. Draper III.  The Missouri Supreme Court outrageously upheld the new restrictions on adult entertainment establishment, uuh, entertainment.  Every one of those people on the ballot is getting a “HELL NO!” vote to retainment from me.

* Missouri Court of Appeals: NO to retaining Cynthia Lynette Martin, NO to retaining Thomas H. Newton, NO to Gary D. Witt.  See former Sen. Matt Bartle’s outrageous anti-strip club legislation that these cowards upheld.  And before I face prosecution from these misguided idiots – I WILL ensure I am at least six feet … AND seven and a half inches away from the ballot when I cast my vote on their retention to the bench.  (pause).  OK, ok fine – six feet and six and a half inches.  Talk about ruining the fantasy …

* Missouri 16th Judicial Court: YES to retaining Justine E. Del Muro (Division 4), YES to retaining James Kantazar (Division 5), YES to retaining Charlie McKenzie (Division 13), YES to retaining Marco A. Roldan (Division 16), YES to retaining Jack Grate (Division 17).  I’ve had no dealings with the Missouri 16th Judicial, so there’s no reason to fire these fine upstanding members of the bar that I can see.

* Missouri Associate Court Justices: YES to retaining Kenneth R. Garrett (Division 26), YES to retaining Vernon E. Scoville (Division 28), YES to retaining Robert L. Trout (Division 32).  Again, no personal issues or involvements in the last four years.  That’s gotta be some kind of record for me, right?

* Missouri Constitutional Amendment Three: HELL NO to amending the process for how judges are picked to the bench.  This system we have is not only not broken, it functions so well that every state in the nation has pretty much plagarized it.  Here’s a hint, religious zealots: if you don’t like these pesky judges upholding the Constitution?  How about you take a good, long hard look at the first part of the First Amendment, and think long and hard about how much you REALLY want a judge “reinterpreting” what that document says.

* Missouri Statutory Prop A: YES to allowing local control of police and fire in St. Louis.  God forbid the damned city control its own police authority.  Plus, if this passes, then local control here in Kansas City goes on the ballot next.

* Missouri Statutory Prop B: NO to raising the cigarette tax.  Let me get this straight – we approved the lottery because it would “finance our schools to a satisfactory level”.  We approved limited riverboat gambling because it would “finance our schools to a satisfactory level”.  We amended that approval to “boats in a moat” because it would “increase financing for our schools”.  We amended that amendment to “open boarding” because it would “increase financing for our schools”.  We then amended that amendment to the prior statutory proposition to allow 24 hour gaming because it would mean “more money for our schools”.  And finally, we unshackled the last limits on any form of casino gambling, the $500 / 2 hours loss limit, because of the “revenue growth for our schools”.  Uum, guys?  AT WHAT POINT ARE THE SCHOOLS GETTING ENOUGH DAMNED MONEY?!?!?!  Because WE’RE THERE!  If they can’t make due on over $1 BILLION in additional revenue in the last 15 years?  Then fire every damned person affiliated with school budgeting and get someone in with a clue!  You give me a $1 billion windfall, AND all the time I need to allocate the funding adequately?  I’ll allocate it adequately, and that’s with the $10 million or so I’m skimming illegally off the top to my newly founded Swiss bank account!  Good God.  STOP.  TAXING.  US.  NEEDLESSLY. 

If someone is stupid enough to think that putting something that is ON FIRE in their mouth, and then INHALING said burning object, if someone is so f*cking stupid that they think doing that 20-30 times a day is a safe, healthy idea?  Then let them do it!  Nowhere in our nation’s founding laws does it say we have to legislate against stupidity.  So please, stop doing it!

* Missouri Statutory Proposition E: NO to banning the forming of state health exchanges.  This is the height of stupidity.  Whatever you think of the Affordable Health Care Act (and I opposed it), it is the law of the land until otherwise overturned.  Why you’d vote to screw yourselves out of any available federal funding for health care, on some misguided zealous principle, is beyond me.

And the final issue on my ballot:

* KCMO Special Election 1: YES to raising mandatory retirement age of judges from 65 to 70 to match state regulations.  You have to be some special level of stupid to vote no on this one.

However you want to vote tomorrow, just make sure you vote.  Millions upon millions of our citizens, brothers, sisters, parents, grandparents, and ancient ancestors have literally given their life, for the right far too many of us take as a given.  It’s NOT a given.  Show up tomorrow and let the world know what you think.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

chiefs raiders weekend part uno: somehow, this is the good, with the bad and the ugly still to come ...


“Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice.
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here,
Of our own device".

And in the master’s chambers,
They gather for the feast.
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast.

Last thing I remember,
I was running for the door.
I had to find a passage back,
To the place I was before.

"Relax", says the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check out anytime you like,
But you can never leave …”

-- "Hotel California" by the Eagles.

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I’ve had the last weekend in October circled on the proverbial calendar for a while now.

For starters, some fun people and good friends were coming in to spend the weekend, enjoy the game, and have all the fun, frivolity, tomfoolery and hijinks that a human being is allowed to have.  Our annual winery tour of Central Missouri was set for Saturday (recap below, and it didn’t disappoint).  And of course, one of THE two home games I live for, against the hated oakland raiders.  And to the credit of the Chiefs organization, they gave us not the usual three hours to “properly prepare” for a Chiefs game – they doubled the value by swinging the entrace to Gate 6 wide, wide open at 8:38am CT Sunday for a 3:05pm kickoff.

Toss in the fact that for the first time all year, I wasn’t so p*ssed off at someone that I consented to allowing the washer boxes to come off the bus?  Toss that in on top of everything else that was great to boot?  This should have been a weekend to celebrate, to party, to enjoy life, to smile.

Only … for three hours, it wasn’t.

Because Kansas City Chiefs football happened.

And for me?  And again, I can't speak to anyone who intentionally or accidentally reads this, but I can speak for me.

For me?  This is now personal.  There's nothing -- not one godd*mned thing -- this franchise can do to get the stench and taste of this season out of me.  They can fire the GM, fire the coach, hire our eighth offensive coordinator in eight years.  They can clean house at quarterback, they can trade up or down in the draft, sign the best free agents money can buy.  They can hold the line on ticket prices, hold the line on parking costs, they can even give me six plus hours to tailgate before the game (which happened Sunday.  For once, a decision at One Arrowhead Drive I can get behind!)

They can do all of that, and then some, and it won't matter.  Because this is PERSONAL now.  And read up, because I'm only going to type this about 5,500 more times before this recap is over, but I have never meant four words more than I mean the four I just typed.

This is PERSONAL now.  You and me, Chiefs organization?  This is PERSONAL now.  This abject bullsh*t you are attempting to pass off as a NFL team?  Is so insulting, is so demeaning, is so utterly infuriating, that you've managed to do something to my sh*t list I considered impossible: knock someone off the top line.

This is personal now. 

And I'll be damned if I have a clue how this is going to get fixed.  Because how do you fix the problem, when the problem is the one part of the equation, that can’t be replaced?  More on this in about 7 pages, give or take a couple.

So, after our Chiefs became the first NFL team to fail to hold a lead for even a second of regulation time through eight weeks since 1940 – and yes, let that sink in, Chiefs fans: the last time a NFL team was THIS TERRIBLE, the Blitz was winding to its conclusion over the skies of London* – the morning after?  I’ll attempt to recap what all went down, from beginning to end.

I just hope there’s enough vodka in the five county area, to get me through it.

(*: update!  Arrowhead Pride’s crack research staff went back and found the last NFL franchise to not hold a lead in regulation through seven games.  The answer?  Your 1929 Buffalo Bisons … who folded after their ninth game that season, never holding a lead.  (Pause).  So you’re saying this team’s last breath is at Pittsburgh in twelve days?)

* The weekend started off, ironically enough, in the middle of the week.  I had hoped / planned / expected to take both Friday and Monday off.  I submitted the PTO request.  I was called into the boss’ office, and given the deadlines I’m facing for the projects I’m stuck on, was told that I could have one of the two, but not both.  Oh, and “the expectation is, you’ll get a few things done from home”.

Consider this post “getting something done from home”. 

* After that fun news, had a fun night bowling with two people I hope I wind up as the third bowler with, my co-workers and good friends Penny and DeHart.  Hopefully that works out on a full time basis going forward.  For my own sanity, I NEED that to work out.  (cue everyone voice) What sanity?  God, walked RIGHT into that one.  I have a feeling that won’t be the last time.

* I did manage to duck out an hour early on Friday, because I had people to see and things to do.  Namely, I had the Mixology list to put together – old cd’s to load into iTunes, new tracks to download … and go figure, I was still throwing the damned thing together sitting in front of the gates at 8:30am on Sunday morning.

I mention this … because one of the cd’s I loaded, was loaded with tracks from “Stevo’s Most Hated Band Ever”.  There are many things I prefer to listening to the Black Eyed Peas – a colonoscopy, for example.  Ditto having to have my shoulder popped back into its socket*, or watch the Chiefs play – all preferable to listening to even 2/1000ths of a second of a song by the Black Eyed Peas.

(*: still easily THE most painful thing I’ve ever felt in my life.  Here’s a hint: don’t play tackle football when (a) you’ve been drinking, and (b) you’re the smallest dude on the field.  College: what I wouldn’t give to go back!)

* I know the playlist for Sunday still needs to go up … but damn, did I nail it.  I’m not one known to humble brag … ok, ok fine – I AM one known to humble brag … but when four different people come up to compliment “the dude who put the playlist together!”, you did something right.

The best compliment had to come from Paula, who came in with Jeff from Omaha for probably the last game they’ll make this year.  We got off on a solid ten minute argument over what the Rolling Stones’ best effort was (Paula: “Gimme Shelter”, with “Paint It Black” a really close second; Me: “Sympathy for the Devil”, with their most underrated effort, “Mixed Emotions”, a really close second.).  I’m telling you, I do very little right in life.  You can accuse me of a lot of things – most of them negative, pretty much all of them true.  But I can NAIL a playlist for a tailgate.

* Hell, just to show how dialed in I was to the tailgaters in attendance?  In the span of twenty minutes, we went from Clapton’s unplugged version of “Layla” … to Trey Songz and Nicki Minaj’s “Bottoms Up” … to the one song I’ll always find a way to sneak into any playlist, Jim Croce’s “I Got a Name” … to Clapton’s original version of “Layla” … and brought it all home with “Down On The Corner” by CCR, a song everyone knows.  Hell, I gotta sing along for a second … Down on the corner!  Out in the street!  Willie and the poor boys are playing – bring a nickel, tap your feet!

* The other thing I can nail like no other?  (Dusty voice) sketchy women picked up at last call at the Eclipse? (rimshot!)  God, I walked RIGHT into that one.

No, the other thing I can still do right, is jello shots.  I made 106 of them for the trip to Rocheport / Hermann on Saturday, and literally, within 12 minutes of tossing out the first one, we were out of the margarita (with tequila), cherry (with Hot Damn!), and strawberry (with vodka), so many people were digging the things.  And it’s not like I was the only person handing out shots on that bus ride – the dude whose name escapes me, but he and his wife Amy “head up” our bus every year, he was walking down the aisle offering butterscotch, peppermint, and some other schnapps shot, to anyone who wanted one.

* However, from the “yeah, might wanna think this one through a little better next time, Stevo” file … the shots went over so well, that we called Jeff and Paula on the drive down from Omaha to KC, and asked them to pick up some more shot cups and jello, and I promised I’d make another batch of the margarita ones when we got home from the winery tour.  (pause).  Note to self: don’t ever again promise to make jello shots at 1 in the morning.  It usually doesn’t happen.

* Friday night was the pre-game pre-party, since we were gone all day Saturday.  Had a blast with some really fun people.  Some amazing food – the jalapeno poppers were so good, we had to create a second batch early Sunday morning to enjoy at the all-day tailgating extravaganza.

* First thing Saturday morning, it was off to catch the tour buses to go on a winery tour of Central Missouri.  Met up at the Wal-Mart in Blue Springs, with an expected departure time of 8:30.  Thankfully, that was closer to 9, which gave me time to dart across the street for (arguably) my second favorite breakfast I can order*, the sausage and egg on ciabatta sandwich at Panera, with the beyond dark roast coffee to wash it down.  I’m telling you, I could eat that thing every day if I could afford to whiz away $6.92 every morning on breakfast.

Anyways, we take off, and 90 some odd minutes later, we arrive at the Les Bourgeouis Winery in Rocheport.  Below, is the group shot of the five of us on the tour.  Hopefully next year, half the group won’t flake the night before (there were supposed to be 10 going), and anyone who noted interest over the last couple days, can tag along.

(*: my favorite “breakfast” item, BAR NONE, is cheezy hashbrowns.  I am fully aware I am lactose intolerant.  I am fully aware that within 20 minutes of consuming said cheezy hashbrowns, I have a date with the porcelain god and my backside.  I don’t care.  I LOVE cheezy hashbrowns.  Kudos to “The Ex” and … uum … wow, I guess he’s been around long enough, now I gotta figure out a nickname for him, to protect the guilty on this site … this might take a couple minutes.  Anyways, kudos to “The Ex” and her significant other for bringing cheezy hashbrowns to the pre-party Friday.  You’re god d*mned right I plowed through half of the pan … and that I’m still paying for it a few days later.)

* After a couple lovely hours in Rocheport, it was back onto the buses for another 45 minute drive to Hermann.  For the first time, we weren’t greeted when we parked by a well-intentioned member of the police department informing us of the local laws and/or regulations (no open containers), and dropping the never funny “don’t have sex in the port-a-potties, please” joke that wasn’t funny four years ago when I first started doing this tour every year.

* Seriously – who in the hell, and I honestly mean this – who in the hell has ever seen a port-a-potty, had a hot girl with them, and thought “yup, let’s f*ck in this foul smelling thing!”  I mean, really?  I freely admit, I’ve made a few “questionable pickups” in my life … I do like the Eclipse for crying out loud.  But for God’s sake, a port-a-potty?  I have never been so freaking turned on that I swung a port-a-potty door wide open, grabbed my significant other, and hopped on the express to Poundtown in a port-a-potty.  A bathroom stall?  I could do that.  A bathroom sink?  Not a problem.  But a port-a-potty?  In the words of Train: “I’ve been high, and I’ve been low.  I’ve been yes … and I’ve been OH!  HELL!  NO!!!”

* Started off at the Tin Mill Brewery, where I had some ale that was really good.  And I’m not a “beer person”.  You give me a good shiraz, a great syrah, a beyond sh*tty vodka and Sprite?  I’m a happy man.  For me to praise a beer, it probably has the Spoetzl Brewery label on it.  Whatever this thing was, was really good.  (Answer: it’s the Arrowhead, which I started pounding at dinner about four hours later.  This thing was really, really good.)

* After some drunk dancing and music listening, it was off to cross the street to the Hermannhoff winery.  To those who have never had the privilege of going on a winery (or brewery) tour, you know going in that you’re getting at least a few drinks on the house.

Not at Hermannhoff.  Which led to this conversation – and I swear on everything I consider to be holy, this went down as best I am attempting to recap it here.  I literally was crying from laughing so hard by the end, seriously.  FINALLY!  Someone gets “the joke”!  That only took 25 years and 180 miles on a bus to make happen …:

(stevo) really?  A tour without samples?
(poor kid working the counter) I don’t make the rules sir.  Gotta pay (to sample).
(stevo) ok, no big deal.  I’d like a glass of the shiraz please.
(poor kid working the counter) (knowing I’m going to possibly come unhinged at his response)
(poor kid working the counter) Uuh, sir, we don’t sell by the glass.  We only sell by the bottle.
(stevo) (about apoplectic) really?
(poor kid working the counter) yes.  (pause).  Sorry.
(stevo) (when in doubt, go with the classics nobody remembers)
(stevo) No problem.  But can you at least throw in a couple Paul Bunyan hats for the kids?
(poor kid working the counter) (ACTUALLY GETS THE JOKE!!!)
(poor kid working the counter) (laughing big time)
(poor kid working the counter) (extends high five to me)
(poor kid working the counter) that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day!  (genuinely laughing!)  I love that movie!
(stevo) hey, I love people with a sense of humor!  (returns high five)  I’ll take two bottles (of the shiraz) please. 
(poor kid working the counter) (perfectly timed)
(poor kid working the counter) but there’s nothing in those bottles but grizzle and fat!
(stevo) (erupts into laughter)
(poor kid working the counter) (erupts into laughter)
(random person behind me) what’s so funny?

* After a half hour enjoying the purchase, we were off to search for a decent place to eat dinner.  We went to my favorite place, the name of which I can never remember … but they make THE best BLT sandwich I’ve ever had in my life.

We sat down about 5pm, and knew it would take awhile to get served, because the joint was packed.  Somehow … this led to arguably the most impressive moment of my life so far, and granted, that’s not saying much, but …

There was a lady in our group who was … uum … wicked intoxicated by this point.  Let me try to set this up so that you can picture the scene.  We were sitting at a table in the middle of the room, 5 of us at a table designed for six.  (The seat on my right was empty).  Sitting directly across from me, in a booth along the wall, was this decent gentleman with (what I, in hindsight, correctly assumed) was a daughter of his, and a couple of her friends.  There also was another gentleman about this dude’s age (I’d put him in his early 50s) sitting at the end of the booth.  Two guys, obviously there with their kids.  I mention this for a reason …

Because apparently this lady with us, has serious relationship issues either past or present, because for some idiotic reason, she stands up and starts very audibly ripping into these two guys for “the whores you’re here with”.  Noting how “that’s so wrong”, to stop “robbing the cradle”.  Her friend that was with us managed to get her to sit down and shut up long enough for me to play damage control.

The one guy (the second one) was accommodating, accept my apology on behalf of our group, understood this lady was wickedly drunk.  The first guy?  Reacted as I would have – furiously.  He didn’t care what my explanation was, he was pissed.  (In his defense?  I was as pissed off as he was at this lady.  I HATE defending the indefensible.  I HATE it.  I have to do it 16 times a year with the Chiefs.  That’s bad enough.  If I had a daughter and some drunken lady called her a whore, I’d be as ready to throw down as this guy was.)

After convincing him not to call the cops (and boy, did that take some “hit my knees” apologizing and pleading), we decide to just cancel our order and move on to another restaurant, to prevent anything else from having.  We get our tab, and I notice the folks the lady with us had offended, were also ready to leave.  I grab our mutually shared waitress, and told her to give me their tab, I’d cover it.

The first guy, the irate one, refused to allow me to cover it.  Not because he was still angry, but because “you shouldn’t have to pay for that lady’s mistake”.  I wouldn’t take the $60 back, and he wouldn’t allow me to pay.  So we reached a compromise, and left it as the tip.

* After that excursion in dining incompetence, we were off to the sports bar we love there, appropriately enough called “Wings!”  And I gotta admit, they made THE best buffalo chicken sandwich I’ve ever had in my life.  Soaked in hot sauce, it was comprised of four breaded chicken strips, tomato, mayonnaise, and pepperjack cheese. 

For $6.29.  With fries.

Unreal.

* Got back from the long day a little after midnight.  I was sound asleep by 12:15.  And I was cursing the wake up call at 6am.

* Since now we’re getting into the GameDay portion of the recap, allow me to offer a brief moment of praise to the Chiefs organization.  Six plus hours of tailgating on Sunday was EPICALLY cool.  Guys?  If you have a 3pm home game in September next year (and why you would, I have no earthly idea), please – let’s do this on a nice 86 degree and sunny day, as opposed to 38 and overcast when the gates opened.

* Folks riding the Bus: Russ and Mona, myself, Susan, Jeff and Paula.  Folks arriving within an hour of the gates opening: Anthony and Jaimmie, Anthony’s dad, the dude whose name I can never remember, the chick whose name I can never remember*, (I think) Michael, and other assorted folks who rode out in their two cars.  Arriving shortly afterwards, the lovely Dusty and Kellie, followed by Will and Robin.  At some point, Jose (who used my extra on Sunday) and the South Dakota folks in town for this game arrived.  I’m pretty sure “The Voice of Reason” and his dad showed up at some point too, I seem to vaguely recall that occurring.

(*: when in doubt, I’ll just call them “Tony and Lisa”.  Good God, I’m the dumbest guy in the room 99.2% of the time.)

* Also arriving: “The Crush”.  I do sincerely apologize to “The Champ” and “The Chica”, and to “The Crush” for any awkwardness.  It sucks when two people you love break up, and you have to straddle the fence.  I’ll try to do better at straddling said fence going forward. 

* My “special little stuffed animal” made an appearance again!  So allow me to say this, as I know some people from western Nebraska’s finest family tend to read this from time to time (hey, shoutout!  Look at Stevo being all shoutout-y, “Price is Right” style!) … ok, let me say two things.  First, it’s a joke.  I can understand why a Denver Bronco hanging by multiple nooses might be offensive, but it is all in good humor.  (Plus, he’s a convenient punching bag for the inevitable postgame meltdown that shockingly – SHOCKINGLY – did not emerge from me this week.)

But second, re-read that last paragraph and see if you can spot the “what’s different here” part of it.  It’s cool, I’ve got at least two pages of outright ranting to go, take your time.  (cue “Jeopardy” theme song music).  And … time.

The words “Denver” and “Broncos” were capitalized for the first time ever on this site.  Why, you ask?  Because they’re a franchise I can respect.  They are owned by a guy who is so desperate to win every year, that he blatantly circumvented the salary cap to make a second Super Bowl run in 1998.  (Gee, lose a fourth round pick three years later, or keep Terrell Davis on the roster?  Tough, tough call.  NOT.)  They’re run by a man who … hang on, let me grab a trash can here for the inevitable projectile vomit about to occur … they’re run by a man who I not only consider to be the greatest quarterback to ever play the game, he’s a damned solid general manager who “gets it”.  They’re quarterbacked by my most hated player in this League … but even I have to admit, I cannot WAIT to see Peyton Manning at Arrowhead in 26 days.  Peyton?  Buddy?  Dude?  Do yourself a favor – study the Oilers at Chiefs game from December 1990.  To this day, and it’s been 22 years, to this day, I have NEVER seen a more amazing display of quarterbacking in that stadium, than Warren Moon pulled off that day.

Please, Chiefs organization?  If we’re going down to defeat in epic, all-time-worst-team status?  Can we at least ask Jeff Donaldson, Stan Petry, Lloyd Burruss (sadly, the one person who gets lumped in with this craptacular foursome that was our secondary that day), and Chuck Mincy, to be the honorary coinflip captains on November 25th?  Can you see what cardboard box Haywood Jeffries is living in, and ask him to show up, steal the coin mid-flip, and run 82 yards untouched to the east end zone?  If we’re going to suck at an all-time worst-team ever level, can we at least have a little gallows humor here, Chiefs?  Please?  Thanks, your buddy Stevo.

And PS – you are not only atop my sh*t list … this is now personal.  This season, is personal.  If you see Andy Garcia playing the worst version of an Italian mobster ever to appear on a movie screen, strolling around the grounds, Chiefs front office?  Just assume you’re Joey Zaza*. 

(*: ok, I know I’m the only person alive who thinks “The Godfather Part III” was not only not bad, it’s extremely watchable, entertaining, and the penultimate scene is legitimately “holy f*cking sh*t!” good, even if it’s obvious what’s going to happen 20 minutes before it does, Pacino is that good in that scene (and ditto Diane Keaton and Talia Shire.  George Hamilton?  Not so much.)  But for God’s sake, is there anyone with an IQ above that of a brick that buys Andy Garcia as an Italian mobster?  Really?  I mean, Bridget Fonda playing a naïve reporter in this thing was more believable, and Puzo and Coppola saw how crappy her acting was, and changed the script to kill her off sooner for crying out loud.  Wait, where was I going with this?)

* OK, let’s move on to the game itself, and specifically, there’s only one play I want to focus on, and then, I’m going to explode in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever come as unhinged like before.

(Also – late note: I’m splitting this into two posts -- everything up through the 5th play from scrimmage of the game … and coming tomorrow, the actal gameday thoughts.  It’s getting late.  I’m tired.  And I’m getting sick of typing.)

The play: 4th and 5, at the oakland 39, not even two minutes into the contest.  The first play of the game is a Stanford Routt interception that he returns to the oakland 44.  After a Charles carry, and two incompletions (one to Charles, the other to Bowe), the Chiefs face said 4th and 5, at the oakland 39.

Let me make sure the scene is set properly.  Chiefs on the raiders side of the field.  Chiefs have not led for EVEN A SECOND of a game so far this year.  They have a makeable fourth down, against who many Chiefs fans (not me, but I get why) consider to be our biggest rival.  We’re two minutes into the game.  EVERYTHING about this moment … well, you know what?

Let me let one of the audience answer what was going through my head at that moment, and frankly, all season up to this point.  Mr. “Voice of Reason” (via email today)?  Take it away!

"It pains me to agree with you....and when it comes to the chefs, it's not often (probably why I'm the voice of reason).....but Good Lord....that coaching performance yesterday was something to behold....when you punt on 4th&5 from the 39 on the first series, you know it's going to be a long day....."

That … is the diplomatic way to put it.  Since I’m only good for two diplomatic moments a year – and I’ve already whizzed away the first in Hermann this weekend, and am dreading with a passion the second one – let me state exactly what I said at that moment:

(stevo screaming at the top of his lungs voice) You're 1-5!  (Sticks arms out in utter disgust, begin pointing said arms / hands / fingers at the Chiefs sideline.)  You haven't scored an offensive touchdown since September!  (pounds seat in front of me.)  You've been handed a gift interception by a bad team!  (smack seat.)  You're at home!  (kicks seat.)  You're on their half of the mother f*cking field!  (smacks seat so hard, my hand still hurts 50 hours later.)  You have led for exactly 0:00 so far this season!  (slams Jets cap to the ground in disgust.)  You have NOTHING to lose by going for it!  (combined smack, kick, and Jets hat slam all at once, and that’s one HELLUVA trifecta to pull off after basically drinking non-stop for the last 54 hours.)

So of course, the Chiefs don't hesitate to send in Dusty C.  Did they at least try the ol' "try to draw them offsides, then take the delay of game penalty if they don't jump, because we want more room to punt" play?  OF COURSE NOT!  Why, you ask, would they not at least do something that anyone with an elementary understanding of the game would attempt?  Because the Chiefs don't have even that basic understanding of the rules!

Go figure, after a decent punt pinned the raiders inside the 6, the raiders promptly marched down the field, aided by a horrific defensive play that allowed a simple checkdown pass go for 58 yards, kicked a field goal, and took a lead they would never relinquish.

Are you starting to see why this is so godd*mned infuriating?  This is beyond gross incompetence.  This is beyond bad drafts, bad quarterbacks, inept gameplans, players that have openly quit on their teammates and the coaching staff.  This is beyond players scared to death to take the field.  This is beyond failed promises, unmet expectations, and faded hopes and dreams.  This isn't even about the losing anymore.  This is all about how and why we are losing, how and why what is occurring on the field, is occurring.  This is now insulting.

This is now personal.

We literally … oh boy, here we go … we literally are coached by the dumbest man walking the planet, with all due apologies to “The Champ” at this point.  Coach Baffoon is THE dumbest man walking the planet.

He says he “doesn’t know” why Jamaal Charles had eight touches on Sunday.  He says he “can’t explain” why this team has trailed by at least 17 points in every game save for one.  He “doesn’t have an answer” for why his team has given up THIRTY PLUS PLAYS of over 20 yards, and no other defense in this league has topped 20 yet, and I’m fully aware this year’s Saints defense is making “32 Defense” from 2002 look like the 1985 Bears or 2000 Ravens.

The gameplans are beyond baffling.  I mean, if you have two quarterbacks you have no faith in, and you’re playing a close game (it was within a touchdown for well over 40 minutes on Sunday), why in the hell are you only running the ball 13 times?  The defense, dear God.  I actually feel sorry for Emmitt Thomas, a helluva good guy, a tremendous franchise legend, and damned good coordinator, who has to be literally hurling his headset into the window of the press box at this point over how clueless Coach Baffoon’s play calls on that side of the ball are.  (And for what it’s worth, if Coach Baffoon is fired on Friday, which is a damned distinct possibility, I’d give Emmitt Thomas the interim gig.  “The Voice of Reason” argues for Jim Zorn to get it, because, and he has a valid point, the dual defensive coordinator / head coach role?  ISN’T!  WORKING!)

I can deal with incompetence.  I can deal with fireable offenses.  I can deal with crappy play, a boatload of losses.  I can deal with a roster that doesn’t have a quarterback on it who could start at the University of Kansas right now.  I can deal with the grouse misuse of the one offensive weapon that we can rely on (Charles).  I can deal with the absolutely fireable offense of picking a worthless OL named Donald Stephenson at 74 last spring, while Russell Wilson, who despise his flaws, is not only better than ANYTHING at the position on the roster, but would at least have us in the heart of the race to win a sh*tty division, I can deal with picking Stephenson over Wilson, who went to Seattle with the very next pick.

I can deal with paying $800 for tickets, $270 to park (of which a full $50 is refunded at year’s end.  Wohoo?), $91 for a crappy windbreaker that doesn’t block the rain, $12 for the most pathetically weak vodka tonic known to man.  I can even deal with (as I got to on Sunday) a toilet clogging issue in the men’s room that had human waste laying on the floor at times. 

Because honestly?  Smelling the stink in the men’s room in 338 at 6:06 Sunday evening?  

Beats the HELL out of the smell coming from the sidelines, into the stands.

Chiefs?  This is personal now.  You’ve committed the one unforgiveable sin in my book – you’ve willingly made decisions that put me in a very negative position without (a) asking me for my input and thoughts of the situation, (b) acknowledging there is a situation, and (c) informing me what the outcome of said discussions of said situation is.

I can deal with getting the shaft.  I can deal with abject mother f*cking idiots who are too stupid to see that how they’re handling a situation, is so wrong on so many levels, that it literally leads me to question my own sanity.  (As in, “wait – said person can’t REALLY be this stupid, right?”)

What I cannot, and I will not, accept … is the realization that the core issue, the core problem, the fatal flaw this team has?  Is the one part of the equation that is guaranteed not to change.

Namely, I cannot, and WILL NOT, accept for even 2/1000ths of a second, the idea that the architect of this mess, will escape any and all responsibility for said mess he (and or she) at a barest minimum, were directly responsible for allowing to occur.  Read into that anything you want ... but my point is this:  

This team can fire it’s head coach (it better), it’s coordinators (maybe), it’s assistant coaches at various positions (absolutely).  It can clean house in the sh*ttacular scouting department (a no brainer).  It can even replace the dude making the personnel decisions (and incredibly enough … I’m still undecided about firing Scott Pioli.  Seriously.  I know you don’t believe me … but I don’t have a strong feeling one way or another.  Gun to my head, make a decision and live with the consequences?  I give him at least one more year.  But only give it with the understanding that it’s divisional round of the playoffs – not wildcard, DIVISIONAL – or else.)

But it doesn’t matter one damned bit, if the owner is too stupid for his own good.  For what it’s worth, Clark Hunt doesn’t strike me as a stupid person.  Naïve, perhaps, but definitely not stupid.  (And please, spare me the “he needs to move to KC” crap.  For Christ’s sake, I came home all the time from the Metroplex when I was in college for Chiefs games and other assorted reasons.  It’s NOT an issue.  If Mr. Hunt lived in Morocco?  Issue.  Highland Park?  Not even close.)

The next ten weeks, in my rarely humble opinion, will determine this franchise’s next ten years.  Either our owner will step up, spend the money he needs to, to make this roster commesurative with the fanbase’s expectations, and fire / hire who needs to come and go (hee hee, he said “come and go!”) … or he’ll be what I fear he is.

His father’s child.

Which is why this is personal.  Lamar Hunt was fine with 1 playoff berth in 17 years (Steadman / Schaff).  Lamar Hunt was fine with 6 head coaches in that run of futility (Stram, Wiggin, Bettis, Levy, Mackovic, Gansz).  Lamar Hunt was fine with Carl’s end run, of 2 playoff appearances in his last 10 years (2003, 2006), and zero playoff wins in his last 15 years (last win: January 16, 1994.)

I’m not.

Clark better not be either …

Friday, October 26, 2012

week eight: lose the damned halo ...


“Tell me before I waltz out of your life,
Before turning my back on the past.
Forgive my impertinent behavior,
But how long do you think this paramount can last?

Tell me before I ride off in the sunset –
There’s one thing I never got clear.
How can you claim you’re our savior,
When those who oppose you are
Stepped on, or cut up,
Or simply disappear?

Tell me before you get onto your bus,
Before joining the forgotten brigade.
How can one person like me, say,
Alter the time honored way the game is played?

Tell me before you get onto your high horse,
Just what you expect me to do?
I don’t care what the bourgeoise say –
I’m not in business for them,
But to give all my descomesados,
A magical moment or two.

There is evil ever around
Fundamental systems of government, quite incidental.
So what are my chances, of honest advances?
I’d say low.
Better to win by admitting my sin,
Than to lose with a halo …”

-- “Waltz for Eva and Che”, from the musical “Evita”. 

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Last Week SU: 5-8-0.  Putrid.
Season to Date SU: 52-51-0.  Unforgivable.

Last Week ATS: 4-7-2.  Bankruptcy awaits.
Season to Date ATS: 47-53-3.  I don’t live in Hallbrook for a reason.

Last Week “Screw You Pete King” Upset / Week: worst NFL rule ever.
Season to Date “Screw You Pete King” Upset / Week: 3-4-0, both SU and ATS.
This Week’s “Screw You Pete King” Upset / Week:

The Non-Chiefs, Non-Jets, “Here’s Who NOT To Bet” Best Guesses:

* Bucs (+5) 21, at Vikings 17.  Circle the wagons time for my predicted NFC champion.
* Chargers (-2 ½) 24, at Browns 21.  Circle the wagons time for my predicted AFC champion.
* at Titans (-3 ½) 28, Colts 24.  “Facts Of Life” Game of the Week.
* Patriots (-8) 30, Rams 20 (London).  God forbid the NFL ever export a watchable game.
* at Eagles (-1 ½) 31, Falcons 20.  Reid 13-0 all time after the bye.  Unreal stat that will grow.
* at Bears (-9) 31, Panthers 20.  Would you trade a conditional second for Cam?  I would.
* Seahawks (+1) 31, at Lions 30.  Might be the best game of the day.  Other than the Sunday nighter.
* at Steelers 34, Redskins (+4 ½) 31.  Still a chance both teams appear at Arrowhead next year.
* at Cowboys (pick) 35, Giants 30.  A result that throws a wacky NFC into abject chaos. at the midpoint.
* at broncos 38, Saints (-8) 34.  To Whom It May Concern: I am stating this now, to be on the record: if ANYONE, and I mean ANYONE, at the postgame party attempts to interrupt my watching this game for even 2/1000ths of a second, you are going to regret it.  I am GEEKED for this game.  Manning v Brees for likely the final time, and I’m so geeked, I’m capitalizing Manning for Christ’s sake.  Do.  Not.  Disturb.  Me.  Period.  Just let the dude with three bottles of wine next to him enjoy this game, please.  I’ve had a sh*tty last couple of months in this thing called “real life”.  I want this matchup.  I NEED this game.  I love this sport, even if my favorite team hates me.  Please – Sunday night?  Let me enjoy GREATNESS on display, on both sides of the field.  Thanks in advance, your ol’ buddy, ol’ pal, ol’ pardner, Stevo.
* at Cardinals (+8) 21, 49ers 17.   I don’t care how much you discount the Cards, or how much you hype the 49ers, there ain’t a shot in hell this would be a 14 point spread by the Bay.  And it sure as all hell shouldn’t be an 8 point spread in the facility formerly known as Pink Taco Stadium.  (Yes – that is a true statement.  Pink Taco Stadium used to exist.  I don’t care how easily offended you are, that’s awesome.  Pink Taco Stadium.  The only thing missing is a couple saw-su-age biscuits and 6,000 chicken vaginas.)

The Jets “Eighteen Years Since We Fell for a Fake Spike and Counting!” Prognostication:

* at Jets (-1) 17, Dolphins 14.  I’m 35, the fake spike happened when I was 17, and I am still haunted by it.  Screw you Marino.  I hope Lieutenant Einhorn’s “worst case of hemorrhoids I have EVER SEEN!” gave it to you like nobody’s received it before.

The Chiefs “I Cannot WAIT to See What an “Evita” Song Has To Do With Anything Related to Football” Prediction:

Re-read the words to the first verse of this song above.  There’s four lines that stand out to me:

* “Forgive my impertinent behavior, but how long do you think this pantamount can last?”  To Clark Hunt, our “absentee landlord”.  Sir, forgive my rude line of questioning … but if you’re going to replicate your father’s 40 plus year run at the helm?  Step aside.

I don’t want a Jack Steadman / Jim Schaff run of 1 playoff berth in 17 years while pissing through 8 coaches.  I don’t want to go 18 years (and counting!) without a playoff win.  If “January 16, 1994” is not printed at the top of EVERY directive you issue to ANYONE in this organization, as in “folks, this is the last time we won a playoff game, and I’ll be DAMNED if that’s my legacy”?  If that’s not your focus, step aside.  Give us an owner who wants to win, not fleece us for every cent we don’t have.

* “How can you claim you’re our savior, when those who oppose you are stepped on, or cut up, or simply disappear?”  To Scott Pioli: sir, forgive ignorance … but how exactly do you think treating your paying customers (to say nothing of your direct report employees) worse than an overseer would have treated a runaway in 1859 South Carolina is HELPING the cause?  You screwed the pooch at the only – again, the ONLY! – two positions that matter on a NFL roster: the quarterback, and the head coach.

And sir?  I say this as someone who not only would not fire you, I wrote a whole damned fake mailbag last week DEFENDING you!  (And trashing your head coach, but his “moment of glory” is coming shortly.)

I mean, are you kidding me?  Again, I wouldn’t fire you (at least not yet) … but how in the hell can ANY NFL general manager enter a season with Matt Cassel and Brady Quinn (and (gulp) Ricki Stanzi) as his quarterback crew and conclude “you know what, we’re good, no need to upgrade”.  I mean, are you on crack?  Meth?  LSD?  Because if that’s your defense, that you were so baked on some controlled substance that you entered “Bizarro Game Film World”, where sh*tty quarterbacks look good, and offering Drew Brees 5 years, $105 million, or peyton manning 3 years at $80 million seems stupid? 

And please sir – spare me the numbers crunch.  We all know you have to overpay to get top flight talent to come to Kansas City.  You have $21 million in cap room for a reason sir – to USE IT! 

You are required by the CBA, beginning next year, to spend AT LEAST 97% of your available cap room on player costs.  AT LEAST 97%.  Why the hell didn’t you get a head start on the field and take a flyer on, I don’t know, either one of the two franchise quarterbacks on the market?  Jesus God above, does anyone at One Arrowhead Drive think with the head on top of their neck?  (As opposed to the head … I’ll stop there.  I’m keeping this no worse than NC17.)

* “Tell me before you get onto your high horse, just what you expect me to do?”  To Romeo Crennel – I expect you to, at a bare minimum, be COMPETENT at your job.  In the real world, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal, ol’ Romeo?  We have this wonderful rating system in which 99.99% of us are judged to “meet expectations” every year.  That sir, that is what I want from you.

To simply get the check mark next to “meets expectations” on your annual review.

The sad thing is, sir?  Every Chiefs fan reading this, or living this abortion of a season*, sadly WOULD check “meets expectations” next to your performance so far.  We expected a buffoon who, in the words of Shakespeare, was “full of sound and fury, but signifying nothing”.  We got it.

(*: one – I promise, only one – side political rant: Republican hopefuls for the Senate?  SHUT.  UP.  ABOUT.  ABORTION.  Please.  I am BEGGING you.  You are literally pissing away the landslide of a nation’s history by opening your mouths about things you’re too damned idiotic to explain.  Here, let me help you.  The next time some journalist asks you a question about your position on abortion, here’s how you answer: “Let me be clear: my position is the same as it was four years ago.”  That’s ALL you have to say.  Don’t attempt to explain, don’t clarify, Christ – don’t even make eye contact.  Just REPEAT that to EVERY QUESTION they ask, especially if it’s about abortion.  If it’s a good enough answer for them out of the President?  Then MAKE them accept it out of you.  12 days until National Firing Day.  13 days until National Rioting Day.  I am SO looking forward to stealing my new flat screen from some overrun pawn shop on Troost or the Paseo come 2am a week from Wednesday …)

And finally:

* “Better to win by admitting my sin, than to lose with a halo.”

Yes.  YES IT IS!

Sunday, we are facing a franchise, an organization, that PRIDES itself on just three words:

“Just Win, Baby!”

Chiefs Organization?  Decision makers?  Ownership?  Players, coaches, towel boys?

JUST.  WIN.

If there’s one thing* I’ve learned over the last few months of my life, it is this: the ends ALWAYS justify the means.  Doesn’t matter how much someone bends you over and sticks it in there – the ends ALWAYS justify the means.  If the collateral damage doesn’t like it? 

Doesn’t matter – the ends ALWAYS justify the means.

(*: I’m being serious here for a moment – is anyone else laughing their ass off … at Obama trying to plug the holes in the dam as more and more damning emails, correspondence, and other assorted forms of communication are released showing everyone OTHER than him gave a damn about security in Libya?  You are?  Sweet!  Thank God!  12 days to go.  (pause).  (talking to the official “Stevo’s Site Numero Dos” editor).  What?  What do you mean, I said I wouldn’t go there?  (pause).  Oh for the love of God, who actually reads these sidebars?  Who cares what I promised one sidebar ago?  The ends justifies the means!  Vote Romney!  Fire Barry!)

Chiefs?  Guys?  Beginning December 31, 2012, you should aim to “Just Win”.

Until then?

Take verse two to heart, because it’s what EVERY Chiefs fan feels right now, Mr. Hunt / Mr. Pioli / Mr. Baffoon:

“Tell me before I seek worthier pastures,
And thereby restore self esteem.
How can you be so short-sighted?
To look never further,
Than this week or next week,
To have no impossible dream?

Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines,
And mock your adieu with three cheers! …”

Just ignore the finish to the verse that the braintrust, and man, do I use that term more loosely than a $10 hooker is, uuh, down there – just ignore the finish.  Because while we feel the beginning of the verse … we root for an organization that embraces the ending:

“Just tell me who’d be delighted,
If I said I’d take on the world’s biggest problems,
From war to pollution, no hope of solution,
Even if I lived for one hundred years!”

Mr. Hunt?  Mr. Pioli?  Mr. Baffoon?  Mr. Quinn?  Mr. Winston?  Dude who scans our parking pass at Gate 6?  Gal who scans my ticket at Gate H?  Chica who sells me the crappiest, most watered down, worthless vodka and Sprite $12 can buy?

You don’t have one hundred years.

You have 100 days.

I give you a pass for 2012.  After Sunday?  If Sunday is a loss (and it … wait, can’t spoil it yet)?  If Sunday is this team's 29th loss in 41 outings, their 12th loss in their last 15 home games?  Their sixth straight home defeat to their hated arch-rivals?

Then noone who figures to be on this team in 36 months, should see the field going forward. 

Put the whole damned future on IR.  Sign every practice squad player.  Start Stanzi.  Start this Nate Eachus dude who’s shockingly decent.  Locate Steve Breaston, wherever he’s been lost at, and put him in the lineup.

Lose every game going forward guys, if you lose on Sunday.

Except for one.

Promise me you’ll beat denver at home?

And I’ll give you that hundred years you want.

One last note: “on condition of anonymity”, Steve’s Site Numero Dos’ official gate person has confirmed the gates really are opening no later than 8:30.  For a 3pm kickoff.  Folks?  They’re BEGGING us to show up and let them have it.

So do it.  Show up.  LET THEM HAVE IT.  I am doing my part: I gave my extra to a raiders fan.  Our tailgating crew is carrying out at least 9 raiders fans with us.  And I’m showing up to boo(ze).  Heavily.

It’s ok to boo these guys.  God knows I am.

And besides – I’ll just say this.  If you can’t bring yourself to laugh at the product on the field?  Then at least laugh at us dumb enough to show up to watch it. There’s comedy, there’s high comedy, and then there’s “I can’t decide whether to laugh or cry at this” insulting.  Again, in “real life”?  I’m at the “I can’t tell if I should laugh or cry, this is so embarrassingly pathetic” when it comes to one aspect of it**.  But with the Chiefs?  It’s laugh time. 

Because it hurts too much to cry.

If EVER a game has “qualified” as being so epically sh*tty, so utterly unwatchable, that even though I’ve already paid for me AND a buddy to watch this?  That’d I’d rather be watching a six hour marathon block on “TV One” or “Nick at Nite”?

It’s this one.

Ain’t we lucky we got ‘em?  Good Times!!!!  (or not).

(**: I’m in stage fifteen of  “wait, this happened?!?!” delusion: deadman hanging humor.  Hey -- it beats stage 12 (unchecked rage), stage 13 (using the HHH Memorial Sledge Hammer on myself), and stage 14 (going on a bender).  Up next: stage 16 (yo man, you like, got some like, weed?  I really like, need it to, like, mellow out and sh*t.  Like, what, what do you want for, like, an ounce, man?  Because I’m like, totally, totally good for it in, like, a week, I like, swear!  I’m like, totally serious and sh*t man!  Like, come on, like, I need this!)  God I miss “The Couch” sometimes.)

* raiders (pick) 45, at Chiefs 13.  What do you set the over/under for arrests at, 500?  556?  I mean, SEVEN HOURS of tailgating?!?!  Is Scott Pioli ASKING to be hung in effagy?  (stevo getting a rock solid thought in his head for the first time in a while.)  On second thought, that might be the show NBC should pick up to slam into the Tuesdays at 10/9 central slot: “Hanging NFL GM’s In Effagy”.  Carolina or Cleveland could be the premiere episode’s focus!  Oh.  They already cut the rope.  My bad …

week twelve picks

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