Evening Addicts. It has been a long season filled with lots of heartbreak. It can sometimes be so frustrating being a sports fan. The emotional investment alone can really take a toll on you. When the Chiefs lose I feel a little gloomier all week. It is hard to watch other teams and fans getting ready for potential playoff runs. As bad as things have been for the Chiefs at time this year, I will greatly miss them come seasons end.
Next up will be the off season filled with player acquisitions via the draft and free agency, not to mention coaching hires. The slate gets wiped clean and each day the anticipation will build. Maybe 2010 is the year the Chiefs get this thing turned around.
Amidst all the pain it is important for us, as fans, to remember the joy our favorite football team can give us. As the season approaches I feel quite similar to how I did as a child, on Christmas Eve. Well Christmas Eve is just a couple days away and in the spirit of the holiday season I wanted to share something with my fellow Addicts.
This is a piece I wrote prior to the season starting and it highlights my excitement and anticipation for another season of Chiefs football. I was talking about the Chiefs home opener against the Raiders, which they of course, lost in typical KC Chiefs heartbreaking fashion. I want you to forget about all that, however, and enjoy the piece as it is written in the holiday spirit. I changed a couple of player names to make the piece more relevant but everything else is primarily the same as wrote it way back on July 1. I hope you enjoy it.
“Twas The Night Before Football”
by Patrick “Paddy” Allen
Twas the night before football, when all through the land
Not a bleacher was covered, the game was at hand.
The jerseys were hung in their lockers with care
In hopes that tomorrow, a loss would be spared.
The Chiefs fans were resting all warm in their beds,
While visions of victories danced in their heads;
With a fridge full of brewed beer and ribs in some sauce,
The truck full of gas, and a football to toss.
Next day on the field there arose such a clatter,
Chiefs spikes in the grass cause now wins only matter.
Away to Arrowhead I drove with my cash,
For Chiefs versus Radiers, I knew they would smash.
The sun on the grass of the newly built shell
Gave a heavenly feel instead of more hell.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But firkin Todd Haley with a defense to fear.
With his eyes full of fire, his playbook so thick,
I knew in an instant the game plan would stick.
More quickly than horses his players they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now D-Bowe, now Charles, now Chambers and Cassel,
On Vrabel, on Williams, on Dorsey and Jackson,
Let’s pass down the middle, let’s not be so small,
Now score away, score away, get us the ball!”
They were dressed all in red from their head to their feet,
My blood began to boil, I rose from my seat.
Jamarcus Russell they simply flung on his back
And I turned to my friend, “We just got a sack!”
Their eyes, how they narrowed. Their faces so hairy,
Their biceps like mountains, the Chiefs were not merry.
J Russell’s dumb mouth was drawn up like a bow
For even he was amazed by the D Bowe Show.
Al Davis was frightened; he took out his teeth,
He said, “Screw this guy Russel, I’m calling Ryan Leaf!”
The great Chiefs scored again so Matt took a seat,
And in came T Thigpen to score with his feet.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
He called the next play, then turned with a jerk,
Up the middle he ran, feet giving off smoke,
He torched all the Raiders, their defense was broke.
The clock had hit zero, The Don gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, with the speed of a missile.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they ran through the hole,
“That ones for Lamar, now on to the Super Bowl!”
“Ho, Ho, Ho!”