Zach e-mailed me this post — “I’m Not Even A Fetus Yet, But I Already Hate The Kansas City Chiefs” — a little while ago from Kissing Suzy Kolber. Sometimes I like their stuff, occassionally even laughing out loud. Other times, I’m not as big of a fan. Ocassionally, I surf away from that site shaking my head and saying, those dudes have some serious, serious deep-rooted problems. Today was one of those days.
Outside of being a Broncos, Chargers or Raiders fan, how can any real football fan actually hate the Chiefs? Especially “a seven-week old embryo?” We haven’t won jack since 1969, yet we still boast arguably the best fans in the NFL. It would be like hating the Cleveland Browns or something. Just ridiculous. Here’s an excerpt:
I realize I’m not even a fetus yet, but I already hate the Kansas City Chiefs. I realized it right off the bat; there’s no chance I’ll ever think two shits of this organization. Their team is boring, their uniforms are boring, and their city might as well be named Bordopolis. Did you like that? I came up with that yesterday.
Considering I was in Kansas City when I was not even a fetus yet, and was born a Chiefs fan in St. Luke’s hospital in K.C. on December 18, 1978, yeah, I take offense. I hope they slap that ass extra hard when you come out, you little shit. Oh well, he’s obviously pre-destined to be a Dallas Cowboys fan anyway.
Oh, and what’s wrong with our uniforms? They are classic. I love our unis. And Bordopolis? He better work on his material before he gets to grade school. I reckon he’d get his ass kicked for saying something like that on the playground.