The season ends for the Kansas City Chiefs once again.
A post season game lost. A game they should have won.
A familiar disappointment is felt in the bowels of fans, especially those that have worn those red and gold jerseys for more than twenty years.
When people tell me it’s the same old thing in Kansas City, I have to agree.
But for different reasons.
You see the fans I know see more than those fair weather fans that threw their Chiefs gear in the corner and dug out the hockey duds.
We see the same old fans in our section cheering and dancing and laughing in the hottest, coldest, wettest weather that mother nature can send.
We see the same old players pray in our little corner of the field with hope in their eyes and fear in their hearts as they share their secrets , then prance toward the bench for final battle plans.
It’s the same old danger on that field that has been there for over forty years.
Men have been told their careers were over on that field. Men have been crippled for life on that field. Men have died on that field.
Some of the most incredible plays in the history of the Kansas City Chiefs and the NFL have happened on that field.
We claimed the world record for the loudest NFL stadium in the world on that field.
We have waved to war heroes on that field and in the air as they fly over.
The parking lot is the same old thing too.
The same old incredible smells of grilling. The same children giggles, the same lovers laughs.
The same pickup football games, the same friends that meet once a year, and have for 30 years, and will for another 30.
And we have the same old feelings.
The same old feelings that nobody will take our team away like they did in St. Louis.
The same old feeling that nobody will tear down our beloved Arrowhead and replace her with a shameful display like Dallas.
Cowboys stadium is a six course lobster dinner. But a good old juicy hamburger like Arrowhead tastes best to us.
The same old owner whose dad created the AFL, the Superbowl, and lived in the stadium for some of the year, and forty years later still does.
Yep it’s the same old thing in story in Kansas City.
And I for one am grateful.