The Chiefs Fan Blues


I’ve had it.

I literally can’t think of anything interesting about the Chiefs right now.

Players moving, rookies signing, camp in just a couple weeks; this should be an exciting time. The Royals are entering their perennial swoon into irrelevance.

This should be the kickoff of Chiefs time.

And yet there is nothing, nothing, of interest happening. And no, the closed-door negotiations of owners and the erstwhile NFLPA is not exciting unless you consider a root canal exciting. Even what many consider to be an impending resolution seems anti-climatic. It’s a feeling of, “What took so long?” rather than relief and excitement.

Oh look! Mike Vrabel is leaving! That seems news worthy, right? Except that, while I like Mike, he is not a critical piece of the equation and the coaches are probably happy that they don’t have to deal with a team leader who was going to be leap frogged on the depth chart.

Clark Hunt is at the table! How cool is that! Well, not cool at all.

“Kansas City has a seat at the table,” you say. Who cares? What possible benefit is this to us?

I’m grumpy. I’m having withdrawal symptoms.

I drove by the stadiums on I-70 last week and found myself muttering dirty words. The beautiful orange bowl (and yes it’s orange and I have no idea why) looks more like a gaping hole, than a mosh pit awaiting feverish Chiefs fans.

These are the times you realize how invested you are into your favorite team. It can be a depressing and revelatory experience. The Chiefs own this city and have for 20+ years. Even in down years they were the talk of the town. The only thing the NFL could do wrong is happening right now.

They are sitting on the golden goose otherwise known as the fans.

And you know what’s going to grind my gears the most? As soon as they resolve this dispute, both sides will get on TV and pose as heroes who saved the day.

The truth is, the fans who walk through the turnstiles are the heroes who will save their day. Because in the end, it is not their game, it’s our game.