And mean it.
It is fun to be a Kansas City Chiefs fan again.
It struck me at the Giants game about five minutes into the first quarter.
I was glad to be there. Completely glad.
No little nagging doubts in the back of my head that Arrowhead is a force to deal with.
Once again it is.
My buddy and I grilled with a little Weber I have, and I sipped on a big tall cool can of Jeremiah Weed that I brought.
We found a great parking space and the weather was perfect.
The game was so exciting to watch.
The offense keeps the ball moving, the defense kicks butt.
It has been so long. So very long.
My favorite part of the game might be yours.
The kickoff sailed into a clear blue Arrowhead sky, then fell towards a little red speck, arms outstretched, surrounded by a sea of Goliaths.
He runs, cuts, runs, cuts and squirts out of the big cloud of titans heading toward the red zone and a touchdown.
How he ran.
Like a top fuel dragster, nothing was spared, everything was on the table.
Dexter McCluster ran.
He left not just players behind him as he ran, but the doubts, depressions, angers and fears of a million joyous Kansas City Chiefs fans.
He looked up at the jumbotron and saw that he was going to make it, and did some little Dexter skips then blasted into touchdown land.
Into a new area of Kansas City Chiefs football he ran.
An era where WE have the proven coach.
Where WE have the QB others envy.
An era where we aren’t just happy to win the battles, but an era where we won’t be satisfied until we win the war.