One other note, I’m starting a campaign to stop this The Centaur nonsense. Not only is the nickname dated and stale, but I’m 100% sure that L.J., a huge hip-hop guy, isn’t down with it at all. I don’t care if Jesus came up with it himself (actually, it was Mitch Holthus)–the moniker blows. It won’t be recognized on this site. Sorry.

Here’s what they are saying about L.J., after the jump:

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Instead of schlepping out the same old article, I’m going to keep it fresh. Since Led Zeppelin came back from the dead and killed it yesterday in their first concert in nearly 20 years (with drummer Jason Bonham filling in for his late father John Bonham), here’s my vision of the future of the Kansas City Chiefs told through the songs of my favorite band…

“Hey Hey What Can I Do” - Chiefs fans, you can’t do jack. Except remain hopeful. This season hurts, but the lower we sink, the higher we’ll end up rising. Hopefully, you all won’t stay “drunk all the time” during these dark days. Things can only improve.

“Over the Hills and Far Away” – These guys have to go: Chris Terry, Greg Wesley, James Reed, Jason Dunn, John Welbourn, Kendrell Bell, Kris Wilson, Kyle Turley, Pat Surtain, Samie Parker and Will Svitek. You got your “pocket full of gold,” now hit the “open road.”

“Ten Years Gone” – Tony Gonzalez, on behalf of the Chiefs organization and its fans, I apologize. You’ve been here for 10 years and haven’t even sniffed a Super Bowl. Stick around for another three of four and we’ll change that.

“Black Dog” -There is nothing in the song about a black dog, as it was just a black lab that was wandering around the area of the studio at the time. The connection here is that a black dog in dreams is said to represent fatigue. And, yes, watching possibly the worst offensive line I have ever seen has made me very damn tired. The unit will undergo a serious facelift.

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