Shane Life

I went to see the tragic Chiefs game today with my future brother-in-law, Tyson.

We arrived at the game and the thermostat on my car read 60 degrees. By the time we finished grilling up our burgers, the temperature had dropped at least 20 degrees. Since this was Tyson’s first game ever (and we’d already dropped the $22 for parking – straight-up highway robbery), we weren’t going to let a little cold Canadian air chill us out.

We froze with about 25,000 other people – starting the first quarter and half of the second quarter up in the Northeast corner in Section 339. The Chiefs looked good…a little TOO good. And then I remembered (as did they) that they were the Chiefs, and they are only capable of ONE half of football per game. Unable to stand the cold anymore, we mosied down to section 112, but the wind was just as cold there.

Something happens to the Chiefs when they go into the locker room. Herm’s speeches must be the most mind-numbing, heart-breaking, soul-sucking stories because the team that emerges in the second half doesn’t look a THING like the one that led San Diego 21-10 at the half.

I feel like I’m the only sane person in a city full of crazies. I know that Carl Peterson is mostly responsible digging the grave of this once great franchise, but Edwards is the guy who came and desecrated that grave, stole the gravestone, and replaced it with a bunch of garbage behind the guise of “a defensive mind”. I’m sorry…”defensive-minded” coaches do NOT blow a 21-10 lead with 4:55 left in the game.

This team is a mess. People say that firing Edwards won’t solve the problem. I think they’re wrong. See: Miami.

Also, wasn’t it interesting that Carl Peterson was suspiciously missing from Willie Roaf’s halftime presentation of *GASP!* a framed jersey? This type of thing is the stuff that King Carl lived for. A chance at the spotlight to honor Willie Roaf – one of his minor successes in a long string of absolute failures. Was Peterson’s absence a sign of things to come? We can only hope…