Ah… it’s now that time of year again – FINALLY! The long, dark night of dank despair is over. OTA’s are a dim memory, and UW-River Falls only a warm fuzzy in the heart. Training camp is done, and the over-priced and nearly meaningless faux games they charge full price for are also done. 35 or 40 rookie dreams have been dashed with the cold water of reality, and the final roster is set. The dust is clearing, and now it’s time… GAME time boys… and we’re all watching with bated breath.
Some rookies are walking around a little dazed and glassy-eyed with the prospect of lining up this week against one of the most talented teams in the NFL – the Patriots. They should be a bit in awe of all this. They’re really here, and they’re really going to wear the Red and Gold and the Arrowhead. And they’re going to be accountable for the way they play in ways they never have been before. This is the NFL boys, and those initials can mean anything your play makes them mean; New Found Life, or Not For Long. You’ll each write your own definition on the fields of play from one week to the next.
Be prepared guys – the first time you run into Arrowhead in that uniform for a regular season game is going to be a memory you carry for the rest of your days.
Along the way, you will be scrutinized and cheered for by the greatest fans in the history of the NFL. We don’t just love the Chiefs. We bleed red and gold. We don’t kick the dog when you lose – but we want to. A win – especially a gritty, well-played game that forces the players to rise above our expectations in order to win – is a one-of-a-kind sort of balm us fans can only get from you. And we lust for it like a virgin teenage boy with aching loins. We cannot wait to see what you have become as a team, and we will gnash our teeth at every mis-step, cheer ourselves hoarse at every success, and you will become one of us forever along the way.
I had a dream last week about this week’s game… I dreamed our defense was able to keep one of the best QB’s in the league off balance for the entire game with cunningly devised blitz schemes percolated in the wee hours of the offseason in Gunner’s mind. I dreamed we were down four points late in the fourth quarter and got the ball back with less than four minutes to play… that we ate the clock up with a large serving of Iron Man grits while the Patriots were forced to save time by killing their timeouts… and that after it was all said and done… on the last play of the game with 7 seconds to go… a Tuscaloosa gunslinger hit a rookie WR formerly of Vashon High in St. Louis for a 40-yard TD… and the kid was so stoked he did a victory lap around the field. Of course, this is just one example of the delusional expectations we’ll have for you guys this year… and next year… and for the next thirty years… because we’re Chiefs fans… and we dream in technicolor baby. Yes Chiefs fans, hope springs eternal. And we’re ready for some FOOTBALL!