Can’t you hear Flava Flav blabbing on and on as the track hits? That was a Public Enemy reference, for those of you either too old or young to know Flav as anything but a full-time reality TV goon. Anyway, it’s no secret that most Kansas Citians dislike, to put it nicely, both “King” Carl Peterson and Jason “Jabba the” Whitlock. I think most K.C. sports fans, especially Chiefs fans, believe both have worn out their welcome. Also, the only thing bigger than both of their egos is Jabba’s waistline, and it’s hard to root for guys like that. The big question: if the two squared off in a WWE-style loser-leaves-town wrestling match, who would you want to lose and get the boot?
(By the way, visualizing the actual wrestling match is a trip. Can’t you see Carl wooing and strutting like Flair, then pleading his way out of a beating like a little bitch. Can’t you see Jabba doing some kind of Yokozuna/Earthquake I’m-too-fat-to-do-anything-remotely-athletic-so-I’ll-just-drop-my-fat-ass on you finisher? Pretty funny to actually play out in your head if you ask me.)