“You play to win the game,” said our famous and infamous former head coach, Herm Edwards—one of the few things I agree with him on. When I sit in my seat in the greatest NFL stadium in the world, I want my guys to play their hearts and guts out.
I want them to leave nothing on the field.
And just like every other Kansas City Chiefs fan worth their red and gold jersey, I want them to go to the Super Bowl.
“Next year will be the year,” I tell myself as I make that dark, cold drive home from the last home game of the year (every season).
The Kansas City Chiefs have been to the big show twice. Victorious once, in the hardest-fought Super Bowl in NFL history (in my unbiased opinion). Some teams have never been to the big show at all.
The Kansas City Chiefs have a hard-fought, bloody, victorious history.
As I say, I want them there every year.
All the time.
Well, most of the time.
You see, sometimes when I watch Super Bowls like last year’s—when the Broncos got beat up so badly by a team that, on that day, I feel no other could beat—a little dude in way in the back of my mind whispers , “I’m glad that isn’t the Chiefs out there, Randy.”
“So am I, little voice,” I whisper. “So am I.”
So what about this? What is this crap?
YOU PLAY TO WIN THE GAME! ALL THE TIME! EVERY DAY!
Every sports fan and athlete feels the same!
Or do they?
The smartest boxing trainers hold their guy back from bouts until he is ready.
One of the greatest heavyweight champions in the world, Rocky Marciano, left the boxing game undefeated.
Undefeated as a heavyweight, that is.
He lost early in his career at a lighter weight. He waited to move up to the heavier class until he knew he was ready.
So what does all this mean? I have no clue. Hopefully you do.
But this I will say: The team I saw beat the Patriots Monday night is ready for the Super Bowl.
I hope that is the team I see at Arrowhead in December.
My little voice and I want them to go to the Super Bowl.