Well I finally figured out what is missing in Kansas City. The intangibility factor. It hit me when I was sifting through my much coveted jersey collection just now.
Its jersey day tomorrow at work, so I need just the right colors. I need a player with intangibles. Someone who really pegs the needle.
I grabbed a wadded up Dawson jersey, reached way in and came up with my treasured Okoya.
These guys had intangibility, but nope. Some of the younger folks at work won’t know who they are.
My Derrick Johnson? Maybe. He has the intangibility factor. I have stood by and even spoke with DJ a couple of times. Shirtless, the guy is ripped. Built like a stack of bricks. But his position, well it doesn’t really lend itself to heroics as do some others.
One of the greatest performances by a player in his position was when he intercepted and ran back three picks for touchdowns in a meaningless game against the donkeys.
At least that’s how I remember it.
But no, my DJ is staying in the closet.
Which jersey to wear?
I think it finally sank in just now.
Our players are just don’t have that intangibility factor anymore.
What the hell are intangibles anyway?
Well Howie Long, I think, said it best.
I don’t know what it is, but I know it when I see it. Or something like that.
Priest Holmes ranked high in this factor. Derrick Thomas was through the roof.
Good God, Tony Gonzalez did too.
I must say I thought Jared Allen did too, until his perceived (by me) disloyalty clouded my perceptions.
Jamaal Charles comes close, but he takes himself out of the game too much for me to rank him high.
The fact is, that when the players come over in our little corner to screw around before the games, I don’t look for anybody in particular anymore.
Don’t even tell my Dwayne Bowe has them. He doesn’t. Not anymore anyway.
We just don’t have anybody that excites me anymore.
I finally found my old standby. Joe Delaney. Always perfect for all occasions and always will be.
Joe was a good guy. He didn’t deserve to die so young.
But despite my respect for Joe, I want a new jersey. One that excites me when I dust it off and throw it in the dryer to get the wrinkles out.
One that I wear so much it fades and unravels and has mustard and BBQ stains that remind me of a certain time at Arrowhead.
I keep thinking, draft after draft, that we will bring that player aboard.
We never do.
Oh well. Maybe this year.
It could happen I guess. At least that is what I tell myself.
What about you?