Kansas City Chiefs: 7 Thoughts on Week 4’s Monday Night Mauling

7. Nobody Likes 265-Pound Pouters

I like Rob Gronkowski. He’s a fun-loving battering ram whose outlook on life lies somewhere between that of Bamm-Bamm Rubble and Baby Sinclair. He’s living the American dream.

At least, he was until Monday—a night in which he performed the most dejected Gronk spike of his five-year career.

I don’t know what it was about said chuck, but my mood went from “Cute touchdown. Chiefs!” to “Ooh child, things are gonna get easier” in half a heartbeat.

Everybody likes an angry Belichick. Nobody likes a sad Gronk.

Quit killing my vibe, sir.