Chargers at Chiefs - Week 7 - Record: 1-6
It was kinda cool to turn on the TV and see the Chargers playing that spunky little high school team from Texas. I couldn't tell where in Texas the team was from, but they all had figures on their helmets that were shaped like the state of Texas, so I knew they were from Texas.
But wow, to hold an NFL team like the Chargers to a mere 37-7 win was amazing! Did you watch those high schoolers play such gritty football? It was inspiring!
Just how hard those high school receivers tried to catch the ball all those times just before they dropped it. Just how much their runners strained to get at least a few yards with an understandably way overmatched high school offensive line. Just how well their high school quarterback did, only throwing three interceptions. Hey, one of his receivers actually made a terrific catch for their one touchdown! Maybe the Chiefs can keep an eye on this "Bowe" guy and consider drafting him in a few years.
And the defense, wow! Their defense backs were actually playing pretty close to the Charger receivers before they made all those catches for big yards and touchdowns! Only a few times did they look completely lost out there at the snap, such as when Darren Sproles caught that screen pass and ran 50 yards for a touchdown, but what do you expect from such an inexperienced high school team?
I know the Chargers have to get a good practice game in, but I think they went a bit too far when that rusher easily slid though the line to block the punt then easily jump on it in the end zone. That was just a bit too cruel. Come on, give these kids a break, huh?
It is a good thing the Chiefs had a bye this week and...
Wait, you mean...
The Chiefs bye is next week?
Then who did the Chiefs play today?...
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Chiefs at Redskins - Week 6 - Record: 1-5
Woo-hoo! Even as a Chiefs fan, every Sunday can't be contemptible. It was starting to look like the whole Chiefs thing was just one long long existence of hopeless agony, and after going 2-28 over the last two years this consideration was certainly not unjustified.
But we got a fantastic win today! It wasn't pretty, we still have tons and tons and tons to do to get to be a contender in the NFL, but today was very very sweet. Beating them at their place even! All the good stuff (for once, a number of pretty good things!)...
Larry Johnson getting just enough push from his line at opportune times to ramble for over 80 yards. Not the standard 100 we'd gotten from him regularly when we actually had an O-line, but very nice for today.
Dwayne Bowe did get the 100-yard game, in receiving, making some very nice grabs and runs.
Special teams getting a super blocked punt, very opportunistic.
Our defense! Awright! Holding the 'Skins to just two field goals! Yes you could say the 'Skins beat themselves by playing so miserably--we came in as the 32nd ranked defense in the NFL. Ouch. But we'll take it! It's a great shot in the arm for a team that has been heeding the Haley call and working so hard. I mean, how about that safety from Tamba Hali? And hey, lookitthat, Glenn Dorsey is actually really starting to be a real presence on the D-line!
And what can you say about Ryan Succop. I can say it is about damn crackin' time we got a kicker who we can actually know will make a field goal when he's supposed to. I mean, come on, am I right? Are you like all Chiefs fans who for years have hated to endure the utter awfulness of sweating out every single score we try to get with a kick? Aaagh! Sure I could be whistling to soon, but the guy was terrific today, four-for-four with two of them beyond 40. Awesome.
That's it, that's it. Only great things about our boys this week, and forgive me if I forget some things. A sweet wonderful switch from all the despair of weeks past.
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Woo-hoo! Even as a Chiefs fan, every Sunday can't be contemptible. It was starting to look like the whole Chiefs thing was just one long long existence of hopeless agony, and after going 2-28 over the last two years this consideration was certainly not unjustified.
But we got a fantastic win today! It wasn't pretty, we still have tons and tons and tons to do to get to be a contender in the NFL, but today was very very sweet. Beating them at their place even! All the good stuff (for once, a number of pretty good things!)...
Larry Johnson getting just enough push from his line at opportune times to ramble for over 80 yards. Not the standard 100 we'd gotten from him regularly when we actually had an O-line, but very nice for today.
Dwayne Bowe did get the 100-yard game, in receiving, making some very nice grabs and runs.
Special teams getting a super blocked punt, very opportunistic.
Our defense! Awright! Holding the 'Skins to just two field goals! Yes you could say the 'Skins beat themselves by playing so miserably--we came in as the 32nd ranked defense in the NFL. Ouch. But we'll take it! It's a great shot in the arm for a team that has been heeding the Haley call and working so hard. I mean, how about that safety from Tamba Hali? And hey, lookitthat, Glenn Dorsey is actually really starting to be a real presence on the D-line!
And what can you say about Ryan Succop. I can say it is about damn crackin' time we got a kicker who we can actually know will make a field goal when he's supposed to. I mean, come on, am I right? Are you like all Chiefs fans who for years have hated to endure the utter awfulness of sweating out every single score we try to get with a kick? Aaagh! Sure I could be whistling to soon, but the guy was terrific today, four-for-four with two of them beyond 40. Awesome.
That's it, that's it. Only great things about our boys this week, and forgive me if I forget some things. A sweet wonderful switch from all the despair of weeks past.
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Sunday, October 11, 2009
Cowboys at Chiefs - Week 5 - Record: 0-5
We can't even pretend to be a team from Dallas to get a win.
It was neat to see the throwback uniforms, the Chiefs version what it was. All they did, really, was change the helmet by replacing the "KC" arrowhead with an outline of the state of Texas and a star where Dallas is located. It was fun to hear the talk about how back in the early sixties the Cowboys would not play the Texans because it was considered that the Texans were the better team.
It was also sweet to hear how Scott Pioli is right now doing much of what the Cowboys did in the early 90's. Back then Dallas was a pathetic mess--sounds quite familiar doesn't it?--and Jimmy Johnson came in with his oversized toolbox and really started messin' with things. I am so hoping the same results will eventuate for the Chiefs.
As for today, no one can say the team is not playing with great desire.
They just aren't playing with much talent.
I'd give the benefit of the doubt to some of our specialists, but, what's killing us is our line on both sides. Same old song and dance. Matt Cassel played wonderfully, but he was still scrambling around behind a line that just couldn't protect him. Larry Johnson looked like a statue out there because he simply can't go anywhere. Not a single O-lineman can stand anybody up, so, every running play--bam, instant statue.
Even though we took Dallas to overtime, this defense made a nobody wideout, Miles Austin, look like a superstar by utterly failing to make easy tackles. This is besides the fact that this very average Cowboy team helped us out tons with fortuitous turnovers and convenient penalties.
So yeah, loss 28 of 30 games now.
But yeah, if we can snag three Super Bowl championships or so in the next few years after this prolonged torment of abject destitution, I'll be fine.
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We can't even pretend to be a team from Dallas to get a win.
It was neat to see the throwback uniforms, the Chiefs version what it was. All they did, really, was change the helmet by replacing the "KC" arrowhead with an outline of the state of Texas and a star where Dallas is located. It was fun to hear the talk about how back in the early sixties the Cowboys would not play the Texans because it was considered that the Texans were the better team.
It was also sweet to hear how Scott Pioli is right now doing much of what the Cowboys did in the early 90's. Back then Dallas was a pathetic mess--sounds quite familiar doesn't it?--and Jimmy Johnson came in with his oversized toolbox and really started messin' with things. I am so hoping the same results will eventuate for the Chiefs.
As for today, no one can say the team is not playing with great desire.
They just aren't playing with much talent.
I'd give the benefit of the doubt to some of our specialists, but, what's killing us is our line on both sides. Same old song and dance. Matt Cassel played wonderfully, but he was still scrambling around behind a line that just couldn't protect him. Larry Johnson looked like a statue out there because he simply can't go anywhere. Not a single O-lineman can stand anybody up, so, every running play--bam, instant statue.
Even though we took Dallas to overtime, this defense made a nobody wideout, Miles Austin, look like a superstar by utterly failing to make easy tackles. This is besides the fact that this very average Cowboy team helped us out tons with fortuitous turnovers and convenient penalties.
So yeah, loss 28 of 30 games now.
But yeah, if we can snag three Super Bowl championships or so in the next few years after this prolonged torment of abject destitution, I'll be fine.
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Sunday, October 04, 2009
Giants at Chiefs - Week 4 - Record: 0-4
Even though we have such a bad team, I still shake my head after each of these losses wondering how this could be. Oh I do know why it is, and his initials are Carl Peterson. But I just think here on the occasion of our 27th loss in the last 29 games, I just think wondering just how this state of affairs can be when just a bit more than a mere 10 years ago we were in the class of the NFL.
Tonight in the other room my wife happens to have the Pittsburgh-San Diego game on, and I think about Pittsburgh being a team from such a small market, like Kansas City, but I just feel very jealous that they can have a prime-time showcase every other week while we must wallow in a sea of 12 noon central games. Today's game was actually broadcast nationally but that was only because we were playing the Giants, one of the best teams in the league.
For as much as our trooping trooper team ("They played like troopers out there yay!") gave the Giants a good run, it looked like the Giants were just treating this like a practice game. I can't say it enough, I love my Chiefs, every one of them, all the time. But I can't help but share what I see here.
I will mention our good things. Brandon Flowers, what a terrific cover guy. Mike Vrabel, nice to have him and see how New England has been so dominant because they've had players like him. Bobby Wade helped make our receivers look like a solid strength of our team with a fabulous play sweeping under a pass for a diving TD. And yet again, Dustin Colquitt is one of the best punters in the league. I'm sure I could name a few others.
But our line on both sides of the ball is still just mince meat. Our offensive line actually showed some ability today, a little. One thing that would help is for Todd Haley to stop running plays like that little QB hold-the-ball thingie then hand-off to Johnson. That went nowhere all 57 times it was run. I'm exaggerating of course, but it seemed like it was that much and I think the only time the fans really booed was when they saw that play for the 57th time.
Haley is just trying to be too fancy out there when he needs to get these guys going with the basics first. When we were down on the one-yard line we didn't send Johnson over the top once. Even with our O-line it's worth at least one try.
Meanwhile the overall Kansas City sports patheticness just keeps steamin' along. The regular major league baseball season ended today with the cross-parking-lot neighbor Royals finishing in the cellar of the AL Central for the umpteenth year in however many utterly forgettable years. Barring a miracle of all miracles for the Chiefs this year, it'll be a combined 40 team-years without an NFL playoff win or MLB playoff appearance for a big league pro sports Kansas City team. That's the largest of any other municipality by far. (The next up is Cincinnati with 32.)
Sigh.
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Even though we have such a bad team, I still shake my head after each of these losses wondering how this could be. Oh I do know why it is, and his initials are Carl Peterson. But I just think here on the occasion of our 27th loss in the last 29 games, I just think wondering just how this state of affairs can be when just a bit more than a mere 10 years ago we were in the class of the NFL.
Tonight in the other room my wife happens to have the Pittsburgh-San Diego game on, and I think about Pittsburgh being a team from such a small market, like Kansas City, but I just feel very jealous that they can have a prime-time showcase every other week while we must wallow in a sea of 12 noon central games. Today's game was actually broadcast nationally but that was only because we were playing the Giants, one of the best teams in the league.
For as much as our trooping trooper team ("They played like troopers out there yay!") gave the Giants a good run, it looked like the Giants were just treating this like a practice game. I can't say it enough, I love my Chiefs, every one of them, all the time. But I can't help but share what I see here.
I will mention our good things. Brandon Flowers, what a terrific cover guy. Mike Vrabel, nice to have him and see how New England has been so dominant because they've had players like him. Bobby Wade helped make our receivers look like a solid strength of our team with a fabulous play sweeping under a pass for a diving TD. And yet again, Dustin Colquitt is one of the best punters in the league. I'm sure I could name a few others.
But our line on both sides of the ball is still just mince meat. Our offensive line actually showed some ability today, a little. One thing that would help is for Todd Haley to stop running plays like that little QB hold-the-ball thingie then hand-off to Johnson. That went nowhere all 57 times it was run. I'm exaggerating of course, but it seemed like it was that much and I think the only time the fans really booed was when they saw that play for the 57th time.
Haley is just trying to be too fancy out there when he needs to get these guys going with the basics first. When we were down on the one-yard line we didn't send Johnson over the top once. Even with our O-line it's worth at least one try.
Meanwhile the overall Kansas City sports patheticness just keeps steamin' along. The regular major league baseball season ended today with the cross-parking-lot neighbor Royals finishing in the cellar of the AL Central for the umpteenth year in however many utterly forgettable years. Barring a miracle of all miracles for the Chiefs this year, it'll be a combined 40 team-years without an NFL playoff win or MLB playoff appearance for a big league pro sports Kansas City team. That's the largest of any other municipality by far. (The next up is Cincinnati with 32.)
Sigh.
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Sunday, September 27, 2009
Chiefs at Eagles - Week 3 - Record: 0-3
I'm afraid this blog is going to be pretty much like all the other blogs about this pathetic team, only worse. Actually, I should add that this is a good thing, because there won't be any of that close-game nonsense that fools us into thinking we have a team that can compete in the NFL.
Well, here's the blog entry for this week...
Them: Running, passing, catching, scoring.
Us: Fumbling, getting stuffed at the line, piling up penalties, moving backwards into 4th and 30's.
Really, do I need to say anything more?
Well, because I have to write to assuage the agony that is my team, here are a few other thoughts.
Remember four years ago when we played the Eagles? We were ahead 24-7, at home, and ended up getting clobbered. Today we were down 24-7 and, well, you know what happened this time. Whimper.
That year, by the way, was actually pretty decent--we finished 10-6 just missing the playoffs. And we missed the playoffs because we just didn't tackle when we had to--remember that awful Giants game that killed us? Funny, it looked like nothing's changed since then.
'Course, that's because for years and years we'd been laboring under the misapprehension Carl Peterson could actually get us players who could play. Well, enough of them, anyway. I've always loved all my Chiefs. I still want them to win a Super Bowl, though.
Seems like the Chiefs are now officially the worst team out there. The Lions won today. That's two wins each for the Lions and Chiefs in their last 27 games. Yeah, we're 2-25 since the middle of the '07 season.
Takes time takes time takes time. Pioli-Haley Pioli-Haley Pioli-Haley. Pant pant pant pant...
Must finish though by pointing out that one bright spot, Mark Bradley's nifty catch at the side of the endzone for one of out TD's. At least we've got some pretty decent receivers. Yay!
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I'm afraid this blog is going to be pretty much like all the other blogs about this pathetic team, only worse. Actually, I should add that this is a good thing, because there won't be any of that close-game nonsense that fools us into thinking we have a team that can compete in the NFL.
Well, here's the blog entry for this week...
Them: Running, passing, catching, scoring.
Us: Fumbling, getting stuffed at the line, piling up penalties, moving backwards into 4th and 30's.
Really, do I need to say anything more?
Well, because I have to write to assuage the agony that is my team, here are a few other thoughts.
Remember four years ago when we played the Eagles? We were ahead 24-7, at home, and ended up getting clobbered. Today we were down 24-7 and, well, you know what happened this time. Whimper.
That year, by the way, was actually pretty decent--we finished 10-6 just missing the playoffs. And we missed the playoffs because we just didn't tackle when we had to--remember that awful Giants game that killed us? Funny, it looked like nothing's changed since then.
'Course, that's because for years and years we'd been laboring under the misapprehension Carl Peterson could actually get us players who could play. Well, enough of them, anyway. I've always loved all my Chiefs. I still want them to win a Super Bowl, though.
Seems like the Chiefs are now officially the worst team out there. The Lions won today. That's two wins each for the Lions and Chiefs in their last 27 games. Yeah, we're 2-25 since the middle of the '07 season.
Takes time takes time takes time. Pioli-Haley Pioli-Haley Pioli-Haley. Pant pant pant pant...
Must finish though by pointing out that one bright spot, Mark Bradley's nifty catch at the side of the endzone for one of out TD's. At least we've got some pretty decent receivers. Yay!
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Monday, September 21, 2009
Raiders at Chiefs - Week Two - Record: 0-2
What's funny about this game was not that we lost to the Raiders, because usually that alone is enough to steam any Chiefs fan. With this game, it just doesn't matter who it was, what's really aggravating is that we lost to a team that played so pathetically.
The Raiders just went nowhere on offense the entire game, and our defense decided to play the matador defense in the last drive where they needed to score a touchdown from deep in their own territory with little time left. This is how ridiculous it was. Their QB completed something like three passes all game up to that point. Then we let him look like John Elway at the completely wrong time.
We also lost because Cassel made several awful throwing decisions, a couple of critical interceptions and a wasted toss that cost us a FG at the end of the first half. Turned out the be the difference in the game.
Yes, there is a learning curve, and it was Cassel's first regular season game on a bum knee. But it is just frustrating that this learning curve is so steep. It is Mt. Everest steep.
I'm telling you, it is steep now making for awful losses like this one, but it'd better make for some spectacular character building that'll do us good later.
Errrrrrrrgh... the Pioli-Haley train still just starting out of the station. Okay, patience now... Takes time...
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What's funny about this game was not that we lost to the Raiders, because usually that alone is enough to steam any Chiefs fan. With this game, it just doesn't matter who it was, what's really aggravating is that we lost to a team that played so pathetically.
The Raiders just went nowhere on offense the entire game, and our defense decided to play the matador defense in the last drive where they needed to score a touchdown from deep in their own territory with little time left. This is how ridiculous it was. Their QB completed something like three passes all game up to that point. Then we let him look like John Elway at the completely wrong time.
We also lost because Cassel made several awful throwing decisions, a couple of critical interceptions and a wasted toss that cost us a FG at the end of the first half. Turned out the be the difference in the game.
Yes, there is a learning curve, and it was Cassel's first regular season game on a bum knee. But it is just frustrating that this learning curve is so steep. It is Mt. Everest steep.
I'm telling you, it is steep now making for awful losses like this one, but it'd better make for some spectacular character building that'll do us good later.
Errrrrrrrgh... the Pioli-Haley train still just starting out of the station. Okay, patience now... Takes time...
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Sunday, September 13, 2009
Chiefs at Ravens - Week 1 - Record: 0-1
It's true that we never even should have been in this game at all. But the best thing about this was that we actually were in it and that was only because of one thing.
We actually had some ganas.
I don't know about you, but I really did sense the impact of the new Pioli-Haley regime out there. Looking at everything about this game (such as a teeny ten first downs for us and over thirty for them) you know these Chiefs had no business being on the same field with those guys. Our offensive line continues to be thoroughly inept--same old story, no holes for our runners and no time for our passers. Our defense is just not up to stopping quality offenses no matter how tired our own offense made them.
But we still got some fine big plays from Jon McGraw and his great punt block and scrambling touchdown, Derrick Johnson and his fine interception and run, and Ryan Succop and his 53 yard field goal. Hey, isn't it great we have a field goal kicker named "Suck up"? Okay, I'm sure every Chiefs fan has already blabbed about that to death. In fact if we want him not to suck maybe it's best we don't mention it. We so need a kicker to not suck for once.
Anyway, kudos to Pioli and Haley for actually doing things to get us to a point when we'll actually win a few games sometime soon. Since this was the first real Chiefs exposure I've had since December, I noted for the first time that Pioli picked up veterans like Mike Goff and Ikechuku Ndukwe for the O-line. Our O-line still has a reeeeeally long way to go, but at least he's looking to do something about it.
Haley is also instilling a no-nonsense business-like approach to the game, challenging some guys who should be way better to actually be the better they're supposed to be.
All of this resulted in a game we were stunningly in all the way up until the middle of the fourth quarter when our still-workin'-on-it defense was just too damn tired to do anything. Baltimore had the ball for 40 minutes of the game. Even Pittsburgh's steel curtain would melt if they had to be out there for that long.
I've always hated hated hated moral victories, but this was about as good as any. It's a fantastic first step for an inspired team and the Pioli & Haley building program.
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It's true that we never even should have been in this game at all. But the best thing about this was that we actually were in it and that was only because of one thing.
We actually had some ganas.
I don't know about you, but I really did sense the impact of the new Pioli-Haley regime out there. Looking at everything about this game (such as a teeny ten first downs for us and over thirty for them) you know these Chiefs had no business being on the same field with those guys. Our offensive line continues to be thoroughly inept--same old story, no holes for our runners and no time for our passers. Our defense is just not up to stopping quality offenses no matter how tired our own offense made them.
But we still got some fine big plays from Jon McGraw and his great punt block and scrambling touchdown, Derrick Johnson and his fine interception and run, and Ryan Succop and his 53 yard field goal. Hey, isn't it great we have a field goal kicker named "Suck up"? Okay, I'm sure every Chiefs fan has already blabbed about that to death. In fact if we want him not to suck maybe it's best we don't mention it. We so need a kicker to not suck for once.
Anyway, kudos to Pioli and Haley for actually doing things to get us to a point when we'll actually win a few games sometime soon. Since this was the first real Chiefs exposure I've had since December, I noted for the first time that Pioli picked up veterans like Mike Goff and Ikechuku Ndukwe for the O-line. Our O-line still has a reeeeeally long way to go, but at least he's looking to do something about it.
Haley is also instilling a no-nonsense business-like approach to the game, challenging some guys who should be way better to actually be the better they're supposed to be.
All of this resulted in a game we were stunningly in all the way up until the middle of the fourth quarter when our still-workin'-on-it defense was just too damn tired to do anything. Baltimore had the ball for 40 minutes of the game. Even Pittsburgh's steel curtain would melt if they had to be out there for that long.
I've always hated hated hated moral victories, but this was about as good as any. It's a fantastic first step for an inspired team and the Pioli & Haley building program.
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Sunday, September 06, 2009
2009 Chiefs Preview - It Isn't Pretty
Anything that really counts for anything in the NFL begins a week from today. The regular season commences and our Chiefs open at Baltimore. I'll pop in each week to offer some thoughts from an impassioned fan so devoted to his pro football team that he can't do anything but tune in to the games for three hours... and that's it.
Thing is, my Chiefs radar is always up--it is indeed impossible to draw it in--so I'll pick up things here and there. The smattering of Chiefs items I've caught leading up to next Sunday will provide a pretty good idea of why I do no Chiefs thing unless it is Sunday from 12 to 3 central time.
Item #1 - With a desperately desperate need for offensive linemen new GM Scott Pioli used his 3rd pick overall to get a not-nearly-heralded-at-No.-3 D-lineman from LSU, Tyson Jackson. Pioli had better have the greatest prescient ability not held by other experts and I am telling you flatly I would luuuuuuuv for Jackson to be the reincarnation of Bruce Smith.
But I don't think so. Cynical me. I've just seen too many of these guys we're trusting our GM to know better about turn out to be not what they should be. Jackson at No. 3? He'd better be a nuclear-powered Bruce Smith. They say his pairing with fellow LSU alum Glenn Dorsey will be a fine thing. Whoa. We're still waiting for Dorsey to be studly which he waaay wasn't last year.
Item #2 - I saw one single Chiefs play this preseason. As I was heading out the door at our hotel room during a vacation stay, my son had some sports report on and I happened to see Chiefs highlights coming on. I turned to catch the play (that radar being fully enabled) and what did I witness? Was it the fantasy in my brain--brand spankin' new QB Matt Cassell throwing a spectacular TD pass against the Seahawks?
Not exactly.
Instead it was Cassell finding himself suddenly subsumed by of a phalanx of Seahawks injury-causers, disappearing until he emerged limping around. And why was he in that position, Chiefs offensive linemen? Yes, I'm talking to you, Chiefs offensive linemen. Explain yourselves.
See, that's what steams me just as much as any lasting injury effects of the Cassell incident. Even as much as the fact that exhibition play even remotely allows an NFL team's quarterback to be in such a position--is anyone planning to do anything about that?
It is most steam-making to know that we just didn't do a whole lot to build the most important part of an offense besides the QB, and that's the offensive line.
Now, maybe they did. Maybe Branden Albert is ready to take on the second most important single position on the offense, left tackle. Maybe this is the year these young kids start to blossom on the way to fine Super Bowl runs over the next several years.
Yes, yes, I'm serious about that. Maybe. We just need to give Pioli and Haley a chance. I'm fine with that. It's just when you see them use a No. 3 for someone not projected to be anywhere near there, when you see your OL utterly fail to fully protect your QB of the future, when you see stuff like this for a team that just can't afford it, it can just be very discouraging.
It sure can't seem like it can be any worse. In the last 24 games we've played, we have 2 wins. Think the Lions were worse? Not by much. The Lions have had one win over their last 24 games, but that one game: beating the Chiefs.
I guess the adventure is in just seeing what happens next. At least there's that.
Anything that really counts for anything in the NFL begins a week from today. The regular season commences and our Chiefs open at Baltimore. I'll pop in each week to offer some thoughts from an impassioned fan so devoted to his pro football team that he can't do anything but tune in to the games for three hours... and that's it.
Thing is, my Chiefs radar is always up--it is indeed impossible to draw it in--so I'll pick up things here and there. The smattering of Chiefs items I've caught leading up to next Sunday will provide a pretty good idea of why I do no Chiefs thing unless it is Sunday from 12 to 3 central time.
Item #1 - With a desperately desperate need for offensive linemen new GM Scott Pioli used his 3rd pick overall to get a not-nearly-heralded-at-No.-3 D-lineman from LSU, Tyson Jackson. Pioli had better have the greatest prescient ability not held by other experts and I am telling you flatly I would luuuuuuuv for Jackson to be the reincarnation of Bruce Smith.
But I don't think so. Cynical me. I've just seen too many of these guys we're trusting our GM to know better about turn out to be not what they should be. Jackson at No. 3? He'd better be a nuclear-powered Bruce Smith. They say his pairing with fellow LSU alum Glenn Dorsey will be a fine thing. Whoa. We're still waiting for Dorsey to be studly which he waaay wasn't last year.
Item #2 - I saw one single Chiefs play this preseason. As I was heading out the door at our hotel room during a vacation stay, my son had some sports report on and I happened to see Chiefs highlights coming on. I turned to catch the play (that radar being fully enabled) and what did I witness? Was it the fantasy in my brain--brand spankin' new QB Matt Cassell throwing a spectacular TD pass against the Seahawks?
Not exactly.
Instead it was Cassell finding himself suddenly subsumed by of a phalanx of Seahawks injury-causers, disappearing until he emerged limping around. And why was he in that position, Chiefs offensive linemen? Yes, I'm talking to you, Chiefs offensive linemen. Explain yourselves.
See, that's what steams me just as much as any lasting injury effects of the Cassell incident. Even as much as the fact that exhibition play even remotely allows an NFL team's quarterback to be in such a position--is anyone planning to do anything about that?
It is most steam-making to know that we just didn't do a whole lot to build the most important part of an offense besides the QB, and that's the offensive line.
Now, maybe they did. Maybe Branden Albert is ready to take on the second most important single position on the offense, left tackle. Maybe this is the year these young kids start to blossom on the way to fine Super Bowl runs over the next several years.
Yes, yes, I'm serious about that. Maybe. We just need to give Pioli and Haley a chance. I'm fine with that. It's just when you see them use a No. 3 for someone not projected to be anywhere near there, when you see your OL utterly fail to fully protect your QB of the future, when you see stuff like this for a team that just can't afford it, it can just be very discouraging.
It sure can't seem like it can be any worse. In the last 24 games we've played, we have 2 wins. Think the Lions were worse? Not by much. The Lions have had one win over their last 24 games, but that one game: beating the Chiefs.
I guess the adventure is in just seeing what happens next. At least there's that.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
(Part 5 - Conclusion)
Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan (Go to Part 1)
“The Los Angeles Chiefs.”
Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?
Okay, okay, before you go ballistic on me now, hold on. Just hold on—whoa up, I said whoa up for a minute…
Can there be any reasonable explanation for the fact that the second largest market in the country has been utterly bereft of any NFL presence in any way for the entirety of the past 14 years? Do you realize that for 14 barren forsaken years the NFL has done without the gobs and gobs and more gobs of revenue a Los Angeles franchise would produce for NFL-itude all around?
What could possibly be the reason behind such a patently insane state of affairs?!
Well, there is actually a reason, one which makes perfect sense for all NFL things financial, and it highlights the real issue with the individual pro football markets.
Let's start with the markets first. Because the NFL gets most of it revenue from the gargantuous television contracts it has with the various networks, money that is spread equally among all the teams, there isn’t really a whole lot any given ballclub can do to directly use its market to get better players on its team. Free agency really isn’t a workable item for pro football, and that is simply because the careers of pro football players are so short and the team dynamic is so important that shifting around players too much won’t provide any given team the capacity to gel so it can win.
So what is it precisely that a team owner can do to make the team more marketable? There are really only a couple of things, and both of them are major. The first is simply to provide the best stadium accommodations there can possibly be. Sure this involves rows upon rows of luxury boxes, but any businessperson will assess the market and respond accordingly.
Every year Forbes puts out its infamous list of “10 Teams Most Likely to Move.” The three NFL teams to make it most recently were the Vikings, Bills, and 49ers. When you look at those three teams you’d think, “Golly, those have been some pretty successful teams!” (Actually, the Niners haven’t had a winning season in six years, but they are practically married to the Bay Area.) What gives?
It is one thing, and one thing only: Each has a really crappy stadium arrangement.
Now to the Chiefs. Arrowhead has always been one of the prime spots to watch pro football anywhere. It has always been an exceptional facility, and even after 30-some-odd years it is holding up so well that (yay!) the Chiefs didn’t make the Forbes list. Clark Hunt oh-so-well knows the virtues of having a primo stadium situation, so he is now looking to pour his monetary contribution into what he can do there.
What is it that gets all team owners going ga-ga to make sure their own market situations are top-notch?
This is the answer to the Los Angeles question.
Because there it is. Out there just waiting, lying there on the left coast.
Los Angeles.
All this time Los Angeles has been used as leverage to force other markets to invest gobs of money to stay viable. I remember from the little that I read about the Cincinnati stadium situation that its people were getting soaked to make sure their sporting venue enjoyment was spot-on. Because of my sports celibacy I never saw how that turned out, but I know everyone in a metro area is expected to pony up in some way—often it’s with a grip of tax revenue in some form—or it’s “Off to L.A. with us then!”
The real sticking point is that Los Angeles has been plagued by that dratted stadium issue. The Rams and Raiders unceremoniously ditched the Coliseum, snubbed the Rose Bowl, and abandoned any other plan that kept them from getting precisely what they wanted.
But lo and behold…
Did you know that there is a major Los Angeles area stadium project in the works as we speak? This is not just any old stadium—the rich football-crazy powers-that-be have learned. This is beyond state-of-the-art. Situated about 30 miles east of Los Angeles between Diamond Bar and Walnut, it is a comprehensive commercial development wrapped around a stadium design that features exclusively luxury boxes on the entire upper half of one whole side, stretching from goal line to goal line.
Teams should be salivating at this.
Are the Chiefs?
Let me say right now that I’m not suggesting a thing, except that I want to see the Kansas City Chiefs winning Super Bowls. Note, I want nothing less than the Kansas City Chiefs winning Super Bowls.
But I admit I have my doubts. And my doubts do relate to the market problem. While the draft restrictions and revenue sharing genuinely give the Chiefs their fair shot at winning, I still firmly believe the market thing is detrimental. Players do have a vested financial interest in playing for teams the media decide to showcase more, the best front office people earn a greater measure of respect with a winning environment aided by large-market advantages, and NFL is fine with the those teams getting that wider attention because it does generate more revenue overall.
The added concern for the Chiefs is how much financial capital Hunt will direct toward stadium improvements while the team is left hanging. This leads to that other critically important thing a team owner can do besides tinker with stadium stuff:
He can create, build, and foster a winning environment throughout the entire organization. This doesn’t require as much financial capital as a profound commitment to the vibrant development of human capital. It must course through the owner’s veins so much that it permeates the entire organization, and it is far more about incisive leadership than adept money allocation.
Indeed this is the one single answer to those who’d screech, “What about the small market Pittsburgh Steelers? What about them? They’re always successful!” The reason is simply because in the Rooney family they’ve been blessed with arguably the best ownership situation in all of pro football. It has been so good they have been able to neutralize the effects of their small market status.
Again, the essential element is the kind of top-down leadership that breeds team success. Here’s the question I ask you, really, this is the gazillion dollar question of all questions:
Can Clark Hunt do that?
If the answer is yes—that is: Yes, Clark Hunt’s leadership will breed sustained team success—then what am I saying? Los Angeles—where’s that?
But if the answer is no, he can’t do that… If instead Clark meekly hides behind a milquetoast “hands-off” policy or flails about meddling in things he shouldn’t...
Yeah, I want the Chiefs winning in Kansas City.
I want the Chiefs
—winning—
in Kansas City.
But, ahem—just to ask the question, now, just to ask it…
What if the Chiefs cannot win in Kansas City?
What if Clark Hunt just can’t do that job, some of it from no fault of his own other than he’s just got that smaller market? What if the stadium refurbs end up meaning squat because no one wants to come watch the team anyway? What if Scott Pioli just isn’t getting that talent out there onto the field? What if we continue to be stuck in that long putrid rut so reminiscent of the Chiefs in the 70’s, then the mid-80’s, then the late-90’s to early 00’s, and now again?
To be honest, I shudder at the thought.
I can guarantee you, the NFL will not for two seconds allow whatever Los Angeles team there is to wallow in mediocrity for years upon years. This isn’t even to say there is necessarily any competitive duplicity going on—the market asymmetry already supplies that.
Some thoughts to ponder, that’s all. I know there are many Chiefs fans who’d care nothing about the team if it isn’t in Kansas City—that’s fine. I know there are those who’d want to see the team succeed even if it was in another place such as Los Angeles—there is a certain dysfunctional quality to that sentiment, I will agree.
The dilemma is still bracing.
On the one hand: Chiefs! IN KANSAS CITY! Always losing!
On the other hand: Chiefs! WINNING! But in Los Angeles!
Yes I know there are many who’d say “Why the dilemma? The Chiefs can win in Kansas City!” Yes? No? I don’t know, challenge me. Is it truly possible for the Chiefs to win in Kansas City? Or should we give it up to a situation elsewhere where it will have a better chance of winning? I’m all in for giving Clark a shot at it, I’m with you there! But then, on the other hand… aagh!
What do you think?!
Let me just close with a few last items.
One, we’ll have a new head coach. I’m sorry to see Herm leave, I liked him, I really did. But I also believe the head coach has much less of an impact than the GM who gets the guns for him and the guns themselves out on the field, particularly those crucial linemen on both sides of the ball.
Two, the Carolina Panthers—another small market team—seemed hopeless in 2001 when after winning their first game lost all 15 remaining games in that season. Two years later, they were in the Super Bowl. Hey, at least we won two games this season.
And finally, I just happened to recently catch this really pretty cool thing about our Chiefs. Get this: They have an overall winning record against every other team in their division. Would you know it? Yeah! Against the Broncos, our team is 53-44, against the Chargers they are 50-46-1, and against the Raiders they are 51-44-2.
Come on Clark! We actually have a legacy! Let’s keep it!
_
Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan (Go to Part 1)
“The Los Angeles Chiefs.”
Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?
Okay, okay, before you go ballistic on me now, hold on. Just hold on—whoa up, I said whoa up for a minute…
Can there be any reasonable explanation for the fact that the second largest market in the country has been utterly bereft of any NFL presence in any way for the entirety of the past 14 years? Do you realize that for 14 barren forsaken years the NFL has done without the gobs and gobs and more gobs of revenue a Los Angeles franchise would produce for NFL-itude all around?
What could possibly be the reason behind such a patently insane state of affairs?!
Well, there is actually a reason, one which makes perfect sense for all NFL things financial, and it highlights the real issue with the individual pro football markets.
Let's start with the markets first. Because the NFL gets most of it revenue from the gargantuous television contracts it has with the various networks, money that is spread equally among all the teams, there isn’t really a whole lot any given ballclub can do to directly use its market to get better players on its team. Free agency really isn’t a workable item for pro football, and that is simply because the careers of pro football players are so short and the team dynamic is so important that shifting around players too much won’t provide any given team the capacity to gel so it can win.
So what is it precisely that a team owner can do to make the team more marketable? There are really only a couple of things, and both of them are major. The first is simply to provide the best stadium accommodations there can possibly be. Sure this involves rows upon rows of luxury boxes, but any businessperson will assess the market and respond accordingly.
Every year Forbes puts out its infamous list of “10 Teams Most Likely to Move.” The three NFL teams to make it most recently were the Vikings, Bills, and 49ers. When you look at those three teams you’d think, “Golly, those have been some pretty successful teams!” (Actually, the Niners haven’t had a winning season in six years, but they are practically married to the Bay Area.) What gives?
It is one thing, and one thing only: Each has a really crappy stadium arrangement.
Now to the Chiefs. Arrowhead has always been one of the prime spots to watch pro football anywhere. It has always been an exceptional facility, and even after 30-some-odd years it is holding up so well that (yay!) the Chiefs didn’t make the Forbes list. Clark Hunt oh-so-well knows the virtues of having a primo stadium situation, so he is now looking to pour his monetary contribution into what he can do there.
What is it that gets all team owners going ga-ga to make sure their own market situations are top-notch?
This is the answer to the Los Angeles question.
Because there it is. Out there just waiting, lying there on the left coast.
Los Angeles.
All this time Los Angeles has been used as leverage to force other markets to invest gobs of money to stay viable. I remember from the little that I read about the Cincinnati stadium situation that its people were getting soaked to make sure their sporting venue enjoyment was spot-on. Because of my sports celibacy I never saw how that turned out, but I know everyone in a metro area is expected to pony up in some way—often it’s with a grip of tax revenue in some form—or it’s “Off to L.A. with us then!”
The real sticking point is that Los Angeles has been plagued by that dratted stadium issue. The Rams and Raiders unceremoniously ditched the Coliseum, snubbed the Rose Bowl, and abandoned any other plan that kept them from getting precisely what they wanted.
But lo and behold…
Did you know that there is a major Los Angeles area stadium project in the works as we speak? This is not just any old stadium—the rich football-crazy powers-that-be have learned. This is beyond state-of-the-art. Situated about 30 miles east of Los Angeles between Diamond Bar and Walnut, it is a comprehensive commercial development wrapped around a stadium design that features exclusively luxury boxes on the entire upper half of one whole side, stretching from goal line to goal line.
Teams should be salivating at this.
Are the Chiefs?
Let me say right now that I’m not suggesting a thing, except that I want to see the Kansas City Chiefs winning Super Bowls. Note, I want nothing less than the Kansas City Chiefs winning Super Bowls.
But I admit I have my doubts. And my doubts do relate to the market problem. While the draft restrictions and revenue sharing genuinely give the Chiefs their fair shot at winning, I still firmly believe the market thing is detrimental. Players do have a vested financial interest in playing for teams the media decide to showcase more, the best front office people earn a greater measure of respect with a winning environment aided by large-market advantages, and NFL is fine with the those teams getting that wider attention because it does generate more revenue overall.
The added concern for the Chiefs is how much financial capital Hunt will direct toward stadium improvements while the team is left hanging. This leads to that other critically important thing a team owner can do besides tinker with stadium stuff:
He can create, build, and foster a winning environment throughout the entire organization. This doesn’t require as much financial capital as a profound commitment to the vibrant development of human capital. It must course through the owner’s veins so much that it permeates the entire organization, and it is far more about incisive leadership than adept money allocation.
Indeed this is the one single answer to those who’d screech, “What about the small market Pittsburgh Steelers? What about them? They’re always successful!” The reason is simply because in the Rooney family they’ve been blessed with arguably the best ownership situation in all of pro football. It has been so good they have been able to neutralize the effects of their small market status.
Again, the essential element is the kind of top-down leadership that breeds team success. Here’s the question I ask you, really, this is the gazillion dollar question of all questions:
Can Clark Hunt do that?
If the answer is yes—that is: Yes, Clark Hunt’s leadership will breed sustained team success—then what am I saying? Los Angeles—where’s that?
But if the answer is no, he can’t do that… If instead Clark meekly hides behind a milquetoast “hands-off” policy or flails about meddling in things he shouldn’t...
Yeah, I want the Chiefs winning in Kansas City.
I want the Chiefs
—winning—
in Kansas City.
But, ahem—just to ask the question, now, just to ask it…
What if the Chiefs cannot win in Kansas City?
What if Clark Hunt just can’t do that job, some of it from no fault of his own other than he’s just got that smaller market? What if the stadium refurbs end up meaning squat because no one wants to come watch the team anyway? What if Scott Pioli just isn’t getting that talent out there onto the field? What if we continue to be stuck in that long putrid rut so reminiscent of the Chiefs in the 70’s, then the mid-80’s, then the late-90’s to early 00’s, and now again?
To be honest, I shudder at the thought.
I can guarantee you, the NFL will not for two seconds allow whatever Los Angeles team there is to wallow in mediocrity for years upon years. This isn’t even to say there is necessarily any competitive duplicity going on—the market asymmetry already supplies that.
Some thoughts to ponder, that’s all. I know there are many Chiefs fans who’d care nothing about the team if it isn’t in Kansas City—that’s fine. I know there are those who’d want to see the team succeed even if it was in another place such as Los Angeles—there is a certain dysfunctional quality to that sentiment, I will agree.
The dilemma is still bracing.
On the one hand: Chiefs! IN KANSAS CITY! Always losing!
On the other hand: Chiefs! WINNING! But in Los Angeles!
Yes I know there are many who’d say “Why the dilemma? The Chiefs can win in Kansas City!” Yes? No? I don’t know, challenge me. Is it truly possible for the Chiefs to win in Kansas City? Or should we give it up to a situation elsewhere where it will have a better chance of winning? I’m all in for giving Clark a shot at it, I’m with you there! But then, on the other hand… aagh!
What do you think?!
Let me just close with a few last items.
One, we’ll have a new head coach. I’m sorry to see Herm leave, I liked him, I really did. But I also believe the head coach has much less of an impact than the GM who gets the guns for him and the guns themselves out on the field, particularly those crucial linemen on both sides of the ball.
Two, the Carolina Panthers—another small market team—seemed hopeless in 2001 when after winning their first game lost all 15 remaining games in that season. Two years later, they were in the Super Bowl. Hey, at least we won two games this season.
And finally, I just happened to recently catch this really pretty cool thing about our Chiefs. Get this: They have an overall winning record against every other team in their division. Would you know it? Yeah! Against the Broncos, our team is 53-44, against the Chargers they are 50-46-1, and against the Raiders they are 51-44-2.
Come on Clark! We actually have a legacy! Let’s keep it!
_
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
(Part 4)
Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan
Size matters.
As in market size, that is.
It seems to me that most people shrug off the idea that larger metropolitan markets offer their teams distinct competitive advantages in professional sports leagues, but as an Economic instructor for twenty years I also know that most people are economically illiterate. I do not say this with any antipathy toward anyone, it is just a fact of life—most people just don’t know enough about basic fundamental economic truths to really understand. Many of them are seasoned sports pundits who make grand pronouncements of what’s really happening economically in professional sports, when they really don’t know. They offer terrific insights as to why a batter is hitting .450 or how well a given linebacker rushes the passer, but when they pontificate about the economics of big-time sports, far too often they just sound foolish.
They’ll frequently put up some numbers, feebly trying to claim that market-size does not matter by pointing at the few small market teams that have occasional success and the few big market teams that don’t have a whole lot of it. “See!” they blab, “Markets don’t matter!”
But they do. The reason is simple. The more revenues an organization can gather from whatever source as a direct result of having more fans, and the more latitude they have to translate that into spending the required amounts of money to hire the best personnel on or off the field, the better advantage the team will have to win games. Just because some big market teams do poorly with this largesse or some small market teams do well with what they have does not obviate that fact.
I have even posited in the past that the game is manipulated to the extent that media-favored teams are given advantages as well. The purpose of this is also elementary: A professional sports league cannot survive with revenues it expects to get if small-market or media-disfavored teams are regularly showing up in championship games.
I will confess that this distinction is much more pronounced in other leagues than the NFL, as a general rule, only because the NFL works industriously to ensure each team has some equal chance of success by strictly regulating player entrance into the league with the draft and significant reserve constraints, and by evenly distributing television revenue among all the teams no matter how big the markets are. A Pittsburgh-Seattle matchup for the whole enchilada, say, would make league execs cringe, therefore you will never see a Pirates-Mariners World Series. You will, on the other hand, occasionally see a Steelers-Seahawks Super Bowl (as we did in 2006).
What does this have to do with the Kansas City Chiefs?
Obviously the answer to the trivia question at the end of the last post is our cherished city. You can look at the post to see the question, or should be able to figure it out just by looking at the following information.
City, Combined Years, NFL Team (Last Playoff Win), MLB Team (Last Playoff Appearance)
Kansas City, 38, Chiefs (1993), Royals (1985)
Cincinnati, 31, Bengals (1990), Reds (1995)
Dallas, 21, Cowboys (1996), Rangers (1999)
Detroit, 19, Lions (1991), Tigers (2006)
Houston, 19, Oilers (1991), Astros (2005),
Pittsburgh, 16, Steelers (2008), Pirates (1992)
Cleveland, 15, Browns (1994), Indians (2007)
Miami, 13, Dolphins (2000), Marlins (2003)
Baltimore, 11, Ravens (2008), Orioles (1997)
San Francisco, 11, 49ers (2002), Giants (2003)
Seattle, 10, Seahawks (2007), Mariners (2000)
Oakland, 8, Raiders (2002), A’s (2006)
Atlanta, 7, Falcons (2004), Braves (2005)
Minneapolis/St. Paul, 6, Vikings (2004), Twins (2006)
New York (1), 6, Jets (2004), Mets (2006)
St. Louis, 6, Rams (2004), Cardinals (2006)
Tampa/St. Petersburg, 6, Buccaneers (2002), Rays (2008)
Denver, 4, Broncos (2005), Rockies (2007)
Chicago, 2, Bears (2006), Cubs and White Sox (2008)
New York (2), 2, Giants (2007), Yankees (2007)
San Diego, 2, Chargers (2008), Padres (2006)
Boston, 1, Patriots (2007), Red Sox (2008)
Milwaukee/Green Bay, 1, Packers (2007), Brewers (2008)
Phoenix, 1, Cardinals (2008), Diamondbacks (2007)
Philadelphia, 0, Eagles (2008), Phillies (2008)
(Just some brief notes: For baseball, mere appearance in the playoffs is considered here because it is harder to get in to begin with and easier to win at least one game in a series. For football, at least one playoff win is considered because it is easier to squeak in but harder to win at least one playoff game. Also, Houston's NFL team is now the Texans, Washington is not on the list because the baseball Nationals have been in D.C. for such a short time, and the New York teams were divided into two pairs.)
With these criteria you can see that Kansas City has a longer combined playoff drought for its baseball and football teams, and what’s so notable is that it is twice as long as every other city except Cincinnati and Dallas.
What do baseball’s Kansas City Royals have to do with any of this?
The Royals were probably the best overall team from the early 1970’s through the 1980’s. Before free agency and other big-market, media-favoring disadvantages eviscerated their competitiveness, they ran a remarkable operation under the leadership of Ewing Kauffman. But as Kauffman aged and had to consider a successor, he insisted on handing the team over to someone who would keep the team in Kansas City.
I won’t say here categorically what’s what regarding who could have bought the team but didn’t because a prospective owner would want to move it from Kansas City, but the fact is since 1993 when Kauffman passed away, the team has been under the thumb of David Glass, and it is no secret that his management has been widely considered to be one of the worst ever in sports history.
I do not disagree that Glass’ ineptitude is greatly responsible for the Royals failure for so many years. But I do honestly believe Glass would never for two seconds have been the owner if Kansas City was a more viable market.
Yes, this breaks my heart. But I just don’t think this is lost on insightful Kansas City fans.
Even Chiefs fans.
The Royals have to do with the Chiefs because, even though the draft and revenue-sharing allow the Chiefs reasonable contention every once in while, the team is still crippled by being in a small market not necessarily favored by the media that generates the league revenues that all teams enjoy.
Please make sure you know what I’m saying here. Kansas City is one of the most awesome places in the world. I am enamored with it any time I visit. It has an endearing quality that goes far beyond its renown as the Midwest railway hub, its spectacular fountains, and its barbeque eateries. It isn’t just lyrics in the song from the classic musical Oklahoma that tell of people traveling from states all around just to be there. It actually happens.
I am not mincing words here. It is not even that I believe these things about Kansas City subjectively, I know it is an objective truth. Funny, I even happened to hear a morning radio talk show guy just the other day say, “I’d never been to Kansas City but it is great! I loved Kansas City! It is a wonderful city!” I did not know the context for which he said that, but it seemed to come out of nowhere. He was about as effusively sincere as I could ever hear one be.
Make no mistake about it, I love Kansas City, I love the Chiefs, and I always will, period.
But it is also true that as much as the NFL portrays itself as the big-market-numbing, insist-on-parity king of the pro sports leagues, it cannot deny that it has had an ace up its sleeve to keep its teams viable in their locations. It has been holding that card up there for 14 years now and it is there exclusively to ensure that markets are able to support their teams for the entire league’s financial profitability. That card is...
Los Angeles.
(Part 5 sorts all this out. Stay tuned.)
_
Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan
Size matters.
As in market size, that is.
It seems to me that most people shrug off the idea that larger metropolitan markets offer their teams distinct competitive advantages in professional sports leagues, but as an Economic instructor for twenty years I also know that most people are economically illiterate. I do not say this with any antipathy toward anyone, it is just a fact of life—most people just don’t know enough about basic fundamental economic truths to really understand. Many of them are seasoned sports pundits who make grand pronouncements of what’s really happening economically in professional sports, when they really don’t know. They offer terrific insights as to why a batter is hitting .450 or how well a given linebacker rushes the passer, but when they pontificate about the economics of big-time sports, far too often they just sound foolish.
They’ll frequently put up some numbers, feebly trying to claim that market-size does not matter by pointing at the few small market teams that have occasional success and the few big market teams that don’t have a whole lot of it. “See!” they blab, “Markets don’t matter!”
But they do. The reason is simple. The more revenues an organization can gather from whatever source as a direct result of having more fans, and the more latitude they have to translate that into spending the required amounts of money to hire the best personnel on or off the field, the better advantage the team will have to win games. Just because some big market teams do poorly with this largesse or some small market teams do well with what they have does not obviate that fact.
I have even posited in the past that the game is manipulated to the extent that media-favored teams are given advantages as well. The purpose of this is also elementary: A professional sports league cannot survive with revenues it expects to get if small-market or media-disfavored teams are regularly showing up in championship games.
I will confess that this distinction is much more pronounced in other leagues than the NFL, as a general rule, only because the NFL works industriously to ensure each team has some equal chance of success by strictly regulating player entrance into the league with the draft and significant reserve constraints, and by evenly distributing television revenue among all the teams no matter how big the markets are. A Pittsburgh-Seattle matchup for the whole enchilada, say, would make league execs cringe, therefore you will never see a Pirates-Mariners World Series. You will, on the other hand, occasionally see a Steelers-Seahawks Super Bowl (as we did in 2006).
What does this have to do with the Kansas City Chiefs?
Obviously the answer to the trivia question at the end of the last post is our cherished city. You can look at the post to see the question, or should be able to figure it out just by looking at the following information.
City, Combined Years, NFL Team (Last Playoff Win), MLB Team (Last Playoff Appearance)
Kansas City, 38, Chiefs (1993), Royals (1985)
Cincinnati, 31, Bengals (1990), Reds (1995)
Dallas, 21, Cowboys (1996), Rangers (1999)
Detroit, 19, Lions (1991), Tigers (2006)
Houston, 19, Oilers (1991), Astros (2005),
Pittsburgh, 16, Steelers (2008), Pirates (1992)
Cleveland, 15, Browns (1994), Indians (2007)
Miami, 13, Dolphins (2000), Marlins (2003)
Baltimore, 11, Ravens (2008), Orioles (1997)
San Francisco, 11, 49ers (2002), Giants (2003)
Seattle, 10, Seahawks (2007), Mariners (2000)
Oakland, 8, Raiders (2002), A’s (2006)
Atlanta, 7, Falcons (2004), Braves (2005)
Minneapolis/St. Paul, 6, Vikings (2004), Twins (2006)
New York (1), 6, Jets (2004), Mets (2006)
St. Louis, 6, Rams (2004), Cardinals (2006)
Tampa/St. Petersburg, 6, Buccaneers (2002), Rays (2008)
Denver, 4, Broncos (2005), Rockies (2007)
Chicago, 2, Bears (2006), Cubs and White Sox (2008)
New York (2), 2, Giants (2007), Yankees (2007)
San Diego, 2, Chargers (2008), Padres (2006)
Boston, 1, Patriots (2007), Red Sox (2008)
Milwaukee/Green Bay, 1, Packers (2007), Brewers (2008)
Phoenix, 1, Cardinals (2008), Diamondbacks (2007)
Philadelphia, 0, Eagles (2008), Phillies (2008)
(Just some brief notes: For baseball, mere appearance in the playoffs is considered here because it is harder to get in to begin with and easier to win at least one game in a series. For football, at least one playoff win is considered because it is easier to squeak in but harder to win at least one playoff game. Also, Houston's NFL team is now the Texans, Washington is not on the list because the baseball Nationals have been in D.C. for such a short time, and the New York teams were divided into two pairs.)
With these criteria you can see that Kansas City has a longer combined playoff drought for its baseball and football teams, and what’s so notable is that it is twice as long as every other city except Cincinnati and Dallas.
What do baseball’s Kansas City Royals have to do with any of this?
The Royals were probably the best overall team from the early 1970’s through the 1980’s. Before free agency and other big-market, media-favoring disadvantages eviscerated their competitiveness, they ran a remarkable operation under the leadership of Ewing Kauffman. But as Kauffman aged and had to consider a successor, he insisted on handing the team over to someone who would keep the team in Kansas City.
I won’t say here categorically what’s what regarding who could have bought the team but didn’t because a prospective owner would want to move it from Kansas City, but the fact is since 1993 when Kauffman passed away, the team has been under the thumb of David Glass, and it is no secret that his management has been widely considered to be one of the worst ever in sports history.
I do not disagree that Glass’ ineptitude is greatly responsible for the Royals failure for so many years. But I do honestly believe Glass would never for two seconds have been the owner if Kansas City was a more viable market.
Yes, this breaks my heart. But I just don’t think this is lost on insightful Kansas City fans.
Even Chiefs fans.
The Royals have to do with the Chiefs because, even though the draft and revenue-sharing allow the Chiefs reasonable contention every once in while, the team is still crippled by being in a small market not necessarily favored by the media that generates the league revenues that all teams enjoy.
Please make sure you know what I’m saying here. Kansas City is one of the most awesome places in the world. I am enamored with it any time I visit. It has an endearing quality that goes far beyond its renown as the Midwest railway hub, its spectacular fountains, and its barbeque eateries. It isn’t just lyrics in the song from the classic musical Oklahoma that tell of people traveling from states all around just to be there. It actually happens.
I am not mincing words here. It is not even that I believe these things about Kansas City subjectively, I know it is an objective truth. Funny, I even happened to hear a morning radio talk show guy just the other day say, “I’d never been to Kansas City but it is great! I loved Kansas City! It is a wonderful city!” I did not know the context for which he said that, but it seemed to come out of nowhere. He was about as effusively sincere as I could ever hear one be.
Make no mistake about it, I love Kansas City, I love the Chiefs, and I always will, period.
But it is also true that as much as the NFL portrays itself as the big-market-numbing, insist-on-parity king of the pro sports leagues, it cannot deny that it has had an ace up its sleeve to keep its teams viable in their locations. It has been holding that card up there for 14 years now and it is there exclusively to ensure that markets are able to support their teams for the entire league’s financial profitability. That card is...
Los Angeles.
(Part 5 sorts all this out. Stay tuned.)
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
(Part 3)
Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan
So the Chiefs have a new boss. Scott Pioli. I know almost nothing about him. What I do know about him I know only because my sports radar picks things up from news, random comments from people, those things. Apparently he came from New England, and he was sought after by a number of teams, including the Browns I think.
But that’s it. I don’t know a lick of information about him other than that.
The reason for my blissful ignorance is because of what I’d committed to doing after that fateful Monday night game against Denver. The day after that game…
November 17, 1998.
That was it. That’s the date.
On that day I firmly decided to completely abandon all my attention to any and every major sports thing there was. No more watching or listening to games. No more reading about them in the newspaper. No more gazing at televised replays and accompanying commentary about that touchdown or that homerun. No more starting conversations with others about this or that piddly little sports thing just to see if what they said would give me a teench more confidence about my team’s imminent prospects.
This newly professed sports celibacy was certainly a challenge, but for just over ten years now I’ve done pretty well. It has indeed been rewarding to put away all the fits of rage when my team didn’t do what I think it should have done, all the petty jealousies when some other guy got the trophy, all the selfish ambitions that made me revile other people I don’t even know. And all this from a guy who has never bet a dime on a sporting event.
Yes I’ve gone off the wagon a few times. I have peeked at championship games a couple times—I confess I did enjoy watching KU’s Jayhawks get that clutch NCAA basketball title against Memphis this past year. And I haven’t become a complete sports recluse—if someone else wants to engage me about sports items I’m not going to ferociously shun them from my presence. If my son continues his fine play in organized baseball I’m not going to smugly refuse to follow his progress—in fact I’ve recently softened a bit of my baseball celibacy to join him and do the dad-son thing in cheering on the Angels, a team he has become quite fond of.
I am, however, still firmly committed to staying true because it does help me focus a bit more on what’s important. Not that rooting for my team isn’t, and this is why in 2003 I decided to allow myself one simple sports indulgence. Yes, you know what it was:
Follow my Kansas City Chiefs once again.
I picked a fine year to do it. We started 9-0 that year, with Trent Green slinging the ball beautifully and Dante Hall zipping in and out of special teams coverages for eye-popping scores. It was fun. While the years following haven’t been as spectacular, I’ve actually enjoyed doing precisely what I committed to do, and that is to just watch the games.
Still, no newspapers, no web-surfing for every Chiefs nibble, no nothing except tuning in each Sunday from 12 noon to 3 central. Yes, I know during those three hours I can’t help but absorb all manner of Chiefs information from the marvelous to the abominable, but, whatever.
In the middle of the 2005 season I started to make this Chiefs thing more vibrant by starting a blog with this novel perspective as its theme. All I would do is comment on what I got from those three hours. Nothing else would color my commentary, even though I do admit some of it will contain that static I pick up with my sports radar—it’s just impossible to shut that damn thing off. I do also allow myself to research events and information from previous years, which is why I can include some historical context.
So now we’re back to the present and our brand-spankin’ new GM Scott Pioli of whom I know little and respectfully hope to keep that way (I think I did know far too much about Carl Peterson).
This whole dynamic relates to why I go to great lengths now to avoid all the static. If I scour the web and find every thing about Pioli there is to know, I’ll discover one of two things, or both. Before I get to those things you must know this.
I once also followed the 49ers like a madman, since I spent much of my upbringing in the Bay Area. I don’t think you can get two opposite ends of the GM spectrum as you can between Joe Thomas, who in 1978 practically destroyed the team, and his successor Bill Walsh, who is canonized for almost single-handedly reinventing the passing game, possessing one of the most phenomenal eyes for talent the league has ever seen, and making the Niners the most dominant team in the NFL for years and years.
So I could look at Pioli and (1) see traces of Joe Thomas—even if there are none but I’m just obsessively looking for them—which will only depress me. Or I could look at him and (2) see traces of Bill Walsh, at which point my elation will be so high that when Pioli doesn’t win us the next 57 straight Super Bowls all I can feel is, yes, depression.
Oh, so then nothing but depression results from my completely uncharitable voyeurism of this fine new football executive we have? Therefore, what’s the point.
My concern goes much deeper, and it has to do with some things I’d been thinking about for some time. They are ruminations much more far-reaching than whatever it is our new GM can do for my beloved pro football team in Kansas City, and I want to share them here in this blog.
But that is for next time. For now, here is a trivia question, some chewing tobaccee for your mind: Which city with a major league team and an NFL team (there are 24 of them in the U.S.) has the second longest drought without a playoff appearance by the baseball team and a playoff win by the football team? Answer: The second (note: the second) longest drought is Cincinnati at a combined 31 years, the Reds having last been in the National League playoffs in 1995 and the Bengals last earning an NFL postseason win in 1990. The third longest is 21 years, by the way (Dallas, if you can believe it--the Cowboys haven't won a playoff game since 1996).
Now, ahem, can you possibly guess which city has the longest drought? And do you know how long that has been? Hint: the Harry S. Truman Sports Complex is a quite barren place in October and January.
(Part 4 is next. We've done the past as pretext for the future, now for those deconstructions...)
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Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan
So the Chiefs have a new boss. Scott Pioli. I know almost nothing about him. What I do know about him I know only because my sports radar picks things up from news, random comments from people, those things. Apparently he came from New England, and he was sought after by a number of teams, including the Browns I think.
But that’s it. I don’t know a lick of information about him other than that.
The reason for my blissful ignorance is because of what I’d committed to doing after that fateful Monday night game against Denver. The day after that game…
November 17, 1998.
That was it. That’s the date.
On that day I firmly decided to completely abandon all my attention to any and every major sports thing there was. No more watching or listening to games. No more reading about them in the newspaper. No more gazing at televised replays and accompanying commentary about that touchdown or that homerun. No more starting conversations with others about this or that piddly little sports thing just to see if what they said would give me a teench more confidence about my team’s imminent prospects.
This newly professed sports celibacy was certainly a challenge, but for just over ten years now I’ve done pretty well. It has indeed been rewarding to put away all the fits of rage when my team didn’t do what I think it should have done, all the petty jealousies when some other guy got the trophy, all the selfish ambitions that made me revile other people I don’t even know. And all this from a guy who has never bet a dime on a sporting event.
Yes I’ve gone off the wagon a few times. I have peeked at championship games a couple times—I confess I did enjoy watching KU’s Jayhawks get that clutch NCAA basketball title against Memphis this past year. And I haven’t become a complete sports recluse—if someone else wants to engage me about sports items I’m not going to ferociously shun them from my presence. If my son continues his fine play in organized baseball I’m not going to smugly refuse to follow his progress—in fact I’ve recently softened a bit of my baseball celibacy to join him and do the dad-son thing in cheering on the Angels, a team he has become quite fond of.
I am, however, still firmly committed to staying true because it does help me focus a bit more on what’s important. Not that rooting for my team isn’t, and this is why in 2003 I decided to allow myself one simple sports indulgence. Yes, you know what it was:
Follow my Kansas City Chiefs once again.
I picked a fine year to do it. We started 9-0 that year, with Trent Green slinging the ball beautifully and Dante Hall zipping in and out of special teams coverages for eye-popping scores. It was fun. While the years following haven’t been as spectacular, I’ve actually enjoyed doing precisely what I committed to do, and that is to just watch the games.
Still, no newspapers, no web-surfing for every Chiefs nibble, no nothing except tuning in each Sunday from 12 noon to 3 central. Yes, I know during those three hours I can’t help but absorb all manner of Chiefs information from the marvelous to the abominable, but, whatever.
In the middle of the 2005 season I started to make this Chiefs thing more vibrant by starting a blog with this novel perspective as its theme. All I would do is comment on what I got from those three hours. Nothing else would color my commentary, even though I do admit some of it will contain that static I pick up with my sports radar—it’s just impossible to shut that damn thing off. I do also allow myself to research events and information from previous years, which is why I can include some historical context.
So now we’re back to the present and our brand-spankin’ new GM Scott Pioli of whom I know little and respectfully hope to keep that way (I think I did know far too much about Carl Peterson).
This whole dynamic relates to why I go to great lengths now to avoid all the static. If I scour the web and find every thing about Pioli there is to know, I’ll discover one of two things, or both. Before I get to those things you must know this.
I once also followed the 49ers like a madman, since I spent much of my upbringing in the Bay Area. I don’t think you can get two opposite ends of the GM spectrum as you can between Joe Thomas, who in 1978 practically destroyed the team, and his successor Bill Walsh, who is canonized for almost single-handedly reinventing the passing game, possessing one of the most phenomenal eyes for talent the league has ever seen, and making the Niners the most dominant team in the NFL for years and years.
So I could look at Pioli and (1) see traces of Joe Thomas—even if there are none but I’m just obsessively looking for them—which will only depress me. Or I could look at him and (2) see traces of Bill Walsh, at which point my elation will be so high that when Pioli doesn’t win us the next 57 straight Super Bowls all I can feel is, yes, depression.
Oh, so then nothing but depression results from my completely uncharitable voyeurism of this fine new football executive we have? Therefore, what’s the point.
My concern goes much deeper, and it has to do with some things I’d been thinking about for some time. They are ruminations much more far-reaching than whatever it is our new GM can do for my beloved pro football team in Kansas City, and I want to share them here in this blog.
But that is for next time. For now, here is a trivia question, some chewing tobaccee for your mind: Which city with a major league team and an NFL team (there are 24 of them in the U.S.) has the second longest drought without a playoff appearance by the baseball team and a playoff win by the football team? Answer: The second (note: the second) longest drought is Cincinnati at a combined 31 years, the Reds having last been in the National League playoffs in 1995 and the Bengals last earning an NFL postseason win in 1990. The third longest is 21 years, by the way (Dallas, if you can believe it--the Cowboys haven't won a playoff game since 1996).
Now, ahem, can you possibly guess which city has the longest drought? And do you know how long that has been? Hint: the Harry S. Truman Sports Complex is a quite barren place in October and January.
(Part 4 is next. We've done the past as pretext for the future, now for those deconstructions...)
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
(Part 2)
Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan
I must confess I am one of the worst losers I know. You’d know because of how gracious I appear when losing. That may not seem to make sense, but ever since I was shredded by some personal events as a child and I put all my emotional eggs in my sports teams basket, I realized I’d alienate just about everyone if I didn’t learn to manage those feelings.
It may have been best then that the 1970’s were a terrible dry spell for the Chiefs, and that I’d pretty much resigned myself to Chiefs ineptitude. But surprise! In the fall of 1981 I was paying little attention to the NFL when I discovered my team was actually winning games! And they were winning enough to be in real contention. This splendid feeling dissolved as the season waned and they couldn’t hold it, but they ended up 9-7 and captured our hearts.
I followed the Bill Kenney years with eager hope, fondly remembering a Thursday night nationally televised game in which he took apart the Raiders. Joy! And when we drafted Todd Blackledge I was sure he would be the guy to lead us to the promised land, after all, he was the second quarterback picked after John Elway in that 1983 superstar quarterback draft.
1986 would see us genuinely contend again and three spectacular special teams touchdowns against Pittsburgh in the last game of the season would usher us in the playoffs for the first time since that 1971 Christmas day game. The problem was Blackledge had been playing far less spectacularly than we’d all hoped he would. All those years we were hoping against hope he'd get it, but he just never ever could read defenses. The playoff game against the Jets would finally show that he was just not the guy, and our special teams excellence would prove our undoing as it would encourage the hiring of the special teams coach Frank Gansz to run the whole team. I’d always thought Jack Steadman couldn’t run a football team, and this ridiculous move was the topper of them all, yet another symptom of the front office bungling that had doomed the Chiefs to mediocrity for nearly twenty years.
As bad as it was, one of the most extraordinary experiences I’d ever been blessed to enjoy occurred during the awful strike-marred season to follow. After spending time visiting family in Topeka, my uncle in Kansas City offered me the opportunity to use one of his season tickets to come to Arrowhead the day before I was scheduled to fly out. The Chiefs were at home to play the Jets and I wasn’t going to miss this chance. It was the only time I’d ever been to Arrowhead.
It was a rainy drizzly day and the Chiefs were starting third-string quarterback Frank Seurer, and bless him, the little guy played his heart out. Jets back Freeman McNeil ran all over us gaining 184 yards, but we still made it competitive losing by only a touchdown. Just soaking it all in, beholding my team in the very distinctive temple of all things Chiefs, getting to see the magnificent Christian Okoye rumble up and down the field, sitting right there close to the action at around the fifty yard-line with my fellow impassioned Chiefs-rooting uncle and cousin—it was nothing but a transcendent experience.
Still, the discouragement continued until 1988 when the bright light of day streamed in. The Chiefs seemed to get it in gear and brought on board Carl Peterson and Marty Schottenheimer to run things. No Chiefs fan was capable of restraining their glee at this uncharacteristically radical move by Chiefs ownership, handing the team to two proven winners to really, actually, truly get the Chiefs into the upper echelon of NFL contention. Their efforts culminated in 1993 when the Joe Montana-led team played in the AFC Championship Game for a chance to get into the Super Bowl.
Even though we lost that game to the Bills, every Chiefs fan had every reason to believe that the rest of the 1990’s would be ours. Hope not only sprang eternal but was bursting out of all of our red and gold pores.
Thing is, the playoff game to get us to Buffalo, the win against Houston, would be to this point 15 years later the last playoff game we’d ever win.
What followed through the rest of the 1990’s was a series of some of the worst, most horrific clutch losses any team can sustain, much more a phenomenally talented team like the one the Chiefs put on the field. There is no question Marty Schottenheimer had a lifelong playoff curse against him, really. He was a rotten postseason coach, but even that cannot explain the abysmally bad luck his teams have had in the playoffs—just witness what happened with his Browns and Chargers teams.
1998 was the year that the Chiefs simply put me out of my misery, precisely because it was so miserable. It started with extraordinarily high hopes that we’d finally get deep into the playoffs. A 13-3 record assured us home-field advantage throughout and we had an impenetrable defense, yet sure enough we had Marty calling the shots. We weren’t helped by a number of other silly things that gave Denver the critical edge they needed to eek out a win in the divisional playoff game. I spent the entire time shaking my head, and I think my head would’ve fallen off my neck if the game had gone on any longer.
In the summer my hopes were sky-high as we picked up some key defensive players. I remember one of them was Chester McGlockton, and I thought we are definitely going to the Super Bowl that year. I was even more stoked when we took care of the Raiders with ease to open the season on a Sunday night and continue to win 4 of our first 5. Finally! Smooth sailing to dominance in the NFL.
Then the losing began. First it was to New England, and I remember being abjectly bewildered as to how we could be getting so thoroughly pasted. Then we dropped another game, then another, then yet another. It reached a head on Monday night against Denver when I was going bananas wondering how the bleeding was going to stop. This had to be it—we weren’t this bad a team and the game was at Arrowhead.
I was driving home from work, flying down the freeway so I could catch the game on television, but it didn’t matter. I was in a state of catatonic numbness listening on the radio as Bubby Brister—little second-string quarterback Bubby Stinkin’ Brister—run for a 38-yard touchdown. I was completely flummoxed as to how on earth that could be allowed to happen, of course not watching it I just couldn’t imagine, and to this day I don’t know and don’t want to know.
Yeah, it didn’t matter. We ended up getting clobbered, and I knew at that moment that I just had to do it. I just had to. My insides were just completely chewed up. There was nothing left there.
I had to give it up, let it go.
(Part 3 next time will address what precisely this meant. Stay tuned.)
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Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan
I must confess I am one of the worst losers I know. You’d know because of how gracious I appear when losing. That may not seem to make sense, but ever since I was shredded by some personal events as a child and I put all my emotional eggs in my sports teams basket, I realized I’d alienate just about everyone if I didn’t learn to manage those feelings.
It may have been best then that the 1970’s were a terrible dry spell for the Chiefs, and that I’d pretty much resigned myself to Chiefs ineptitude. But surprise! In the fall of 1981 I was paying little attention to the NFL when I discovered my team was actually winning games! And they were winning enough to be in real contention. This splendid feeling dissolved as the season waned and they couldn’t hold it, but they ended up 9-7 and captured our hearts.
I followed the Bill Kenney years with eager hope, fondly remembering a Thursday night nationally televised game in which he took apart the Raiders. Joy! And when we drafted Todd Blackledge I was sure he would be the guy to lead us to the promised land, after all, he was the second quarterback picked after John Elway in that 1983 superstar quarterback draft.
1986 would see us genuinely contend again and three spectacular special teams touchdowns against Pittsburgh in the last game of the season would usher us in the playoffs for the first time since that 1971 Christmas day game. The problem was Blackledge had been playing far less spectacularly than we’d all hoped he would. All those years we were hoping against hope he'd get it, but he just never ever could read defenses. The playoff game against the Jets would finally show that he was just not the guy, and our special teams excellence would prove our undoing as it would encourage the hiring of the special teams coach Frank Gansz to run the whole team. I’d always thought Jack Steadman couldn’t run a football team, and this ridiculous move was the topper of them all, yet another symptom of the front office bungling that had doomed the Chiefs to mediocrity for nearly twenty years.
As bad as it was, one of the most extraordinary experiences I’d ever been blessed to enjoy occurred during the awful strike-marred season to follow. After spending time visiting family in Topeka, my uncle in Kansas City offered me the opportunity to use one of his season tickets to come to Arrowhead the day before I was scheduled to fly out. The Chiefs were at home to play the Jets and I wasn’t going to miss this chance. It was the only time I’d ever been to Arrowhead.
It was a rainy drizzly day and the Chiefs were starting third-string quarterback Frank Seurer, and bless him, the little guy played his heart out. Jets back Freeman McNeil ran all over us gaining 184 yards, but we still made it competitive losing by only a touchdown. Just soaking it all in, beholding my team in the very distinctive temple of all things Chiefs, getting to see the magnificent Christian Okoye rumble up and down the field, sitting right there close to the action at around the fifty yard-line with my fellow impassioned Chiefs-rooting uncle and cousin—it was nothing but a transcendent experience.
Still, the discouragement continued until 1988 when the bright light of day streamed in. The Chiefs seemed to get it in gear and brought on board Carl Peterson and Marty Schottenheimer to run things. No Chiefs fan was capable of restraining their glee at this uncharacteristically radical move by Chiefs ownership, handing the team to two proven winners to really, actually, truly get the Chiefs into the upper echelon of NFL contention. Their efforts culminated in 1993 when the Joe Montana-led team played in the AFC Championship Game for a chance to get into the Super Bowl.
Even though we lost that game to the Bills, every Chiefs fan had every reason to believe that the rest of the 1990’s would be ours. Hope not only sprang eternal but was bursting out of all of our red and gold pores.
Thing is, the playoff game to get us to Buffalo, the win against Houston, would be to this point 15 years later the last playoff game we’d ever win.
What followed through the rest of the 1990’s was a series of some of the worst, most horrific clutch losses any team can sustain, much more a phenomenally talented team like the one the Chiefs put on the field. There is no question Marty Schottenheimer had a lifelong playoff curse against him, really. He was a rotten postseason coach, but even that cannot explain the abysmally bad luck his teams have had in the playoffs—just witness what happened with his Browns and Chargers teams.
1998 was the year that the Chiefs simply put me out of my misery, precisely because it was so miserable. It started with extraordinarily high hopes that we’d finally get deep into the playoffs. A 13-3 record assured us home-field advantage throughout and we had an impenetrable defense, yet sure enough we had Marty calling the shots. We weren’t helped by a number of other silly things that gave Denver the critical edge they needed to eek out a win in the divisional playoff game. I spent the entire time shaking my head, and I think my head would’ve fallen off my neck if the game had gone on any longer.
In the summer my hopes were sky-high as we picked up some key defensive players. I remember one of them was Chester McGlockton, and I thought we are definitely going to the Super Bowl that year. I was even more stoked when we took care of the Raiders with ease to open the season on a Sunday night and continue to win 4 of our first 5. Finally! Smooth sailing to dominance in the NFL.
Then the losing began. First it was to New England, and I remember being abjectly bewildered as to how we could be getting so thoroughly pasted. Then we dropped another game, then another, then yet another. It reached a head on Monday night against Denver when I was going bananas wondering how the bleeding was going to stop. This had to be it—we weren’t this bad a team and the game was at Arrowhead.
I was driving home from work, flying down the freeway so I could catch the game on television, but it didn’t matter. I was in a state of catatonic numbness listening on the radio as Bubby Brister—little second-string quarterback Bubby Stinkin’ Brister—run for a 38-yard touchdown. I was completely flummoxed as to how on earth that could be allowed to happen, of course not watching it I just couldn’t imagine, and to this day I don’t know and don’t want to know.
Yeah, it didn’t matter. We ended up getting clobbered, and I knew at that moment that I just had to do it. I just had to. My insides were just completely chewed up. There was nothing left there.
I had to give it up, let it go.
(Part 3 next time will address what precisely this meant. Stay tuned.)
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Saturday, January 10, 2009
(Part 1)
Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan
This is a critical time in the destiny of the Kansas City Chiefs football franchise, and I wanted to take some time to expand a bit on this humble blog I’ve been doing now for about three-plus years. I’d like to share a bit about my own history with the Chiefs, provide some context for this blog’s approach, and share some visceral thoughts about what I see is going on with the widest overall picture in mind. I’d like to simply include this in installments as I proceed.
I was born in Manhattan, Kansas, where my dad was going to school (Kansas State) and serving in the National Guard (Fort Riley). Seeking a promising business opportunity provided by his uncle, he took our family to California when I was two.
I started paying attention to professional sports in 1971 when my father took me to my first professional sports affair, a bright summer day game featuring the major league baseball Giants and the Cardinals at Candlestick Park. I was overwhelmed by the glory and pageantry of a live sporting event at such a magnificent venue. Hey, Candlestick was state-of-the-art in those days.
Earlier in that year I remember being out in the front yard with my dad and all his tools and handyman equipment. He was working on one of his wonderful home improvement projects, and on the radio was Super Bowl V between the Colts and Cowboys. I’d really known nothing about any team, and I was rooting for the Cowboys for no reason other than having a rooting interest. I recalled it was hard to know who was doing what because the quarterbacks were named Morrall and Morton.
The following season the Kansas City Chiefs were in the playoffs again with a very strong team, playing at home against the upstart Miami Dolphins. Every Christmas afternoon we’d go to the very spacious Los Gatos home of the same uncle who inspired our move out here, and I remember peeking frequently at the game on television. As a ten year-old I was busy bopping about with cousins and such, but I did watch enough of the game to appreciate this team and its play. Ed Podolak will always be one of my heroes for his phenomenal game that day -- I distinctly remember standing there watching him take that punt in the second overtime and zoom down the far sideline deep into Miami territory to get us into easy game-winning field goal range. Well…
Every Chiefs fan knows the outcome of this affair. As I was so young, it would not have the heartbreaking effect later Chiefs playoff catastrophes would have. But this team that was cheered on by my close Kansas City family was forever most prominent in my heart as my favorite professional sports team of them all.
(Part 2 is forthcoming, featuring my Arrowhead stadium experience...)
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Past Disconsolations and Future Deconstructions of a Kansas City Chiefs Fan
This is a critical time in the destiny of the Kansas City Chiefs football franchise, and I wanted to take some time to expand a bit on this humble blog I’ve been doing now for about three-plus years. I’d like to share a bit about my own history with the Chiefs, provide some context for this blog’s approach, and share some visceral thoughts about what I see is going on with the widest overall picture in mind. I’d like to simply include this in installments as I proceed.
I was born in Manhattan, Kansas, where my dad was going to school (Kansas State) and serving in the National Guard (Fort Riley). Seeking a promising business opportunity provided by his uncle, he took our family to California when I was two.
I started paying attention to professional sports in 1971 when my father took me to my first professional sports affair, a bright summer day game featuring the major league baseball Giants and the Cardinals at Candlestick Park. I was overwhelmed by the glory and pageantry of a live sporting event at such a magnificent venue. Hey, Candlestick was state-of-the-art in those days.
Earlier in that year I remember being out in the front yard with my dad and all his tools and handyman equipment. He was working on one of his wonderful home improvement projects, and on the radio was Super Bowl V between the Colts and Cowboys. I’d really known nothing about any team, and I was rooting for the Cowboys for no reason other than having a rooting interest. I recalled it was hard to know who was doing what because the quarterbacks were named Morrall and Morton.
The following season the Kansas City Chiefs were in the playoffs again with a very strong team, playing at home against the upstart Miami Dolphins. Every Christmas afternoon we’d go to the very spacious Los Gatos home of the same uncle who inspired our move out here, and I remember peeking frequently at the game on television. As a ten year-old I was busy bopping about with cousins and such, but I did watch enough of the game to appreciate this team and its play. Ed Podolak will always be one of my heroes for his phenomenal game that day -- I distinctly remember standing there watching him take that punt in the second overtime and zoom down the far sideline deep into Miami territory to get us into easy game-winning field goal range. Well…
Every Chiefs fan knows the outcome of this affair. As I was so young, it would not have the heartbreaking effect later Chiefs playoff catastrophes would have. But this team that was cheered on by my close Kansas City family was forever most prominent in my heart as my favorite professional sports team of them all.
(Part 2 is forthcoming, featuring my Arrowhead stadium experience...)
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A Letter to the New General Manager of the Kansas City Chiefs
Dear Chiefs General Manager,
I would like to humbly welcome you to your new job. Thank you for taking on the challenge of rebuilding a storied franchise. I know you will give your full devotion to this noble cause. As long as you wear the Chiefs emblem proudly you will have our 100% support.
I’d like to begin by asking you to understand that there are many genuine and thoughtful Chiefs fans who’ve been extraordinarily disheartened by the way things have been going with our team. While the devastating losses are difficult, we can endure them as long as there is a commitment to excellence throughout the organization.
We’ve had reason to be proud of what our team has accomplished, particularly in those years when Chiefs football was synonymous with excellence, notably the decades of the 1960’s and 1990’s. What is quite encouraging is that this team does show great promise in spite of its horrendous won-loss record over the past two years.
I trust that you will make terrific decisions as our new general manager, I’d like to take a moment and simply share with you thoughts from a fan about what may help this Chiefs team. I am sure you are aware of these things, indeed you certainly know much more than any of us do. I’d still like to share what I think are our top priorities, ranked from least important to most important. Of course all are critically important.
8. A receiving core to compliment Dwayne Bowe. The Chiefs have never really had a dynamite set of wideouts, and while it was nice to have had people like Eddie Kennison, wouldn’t it be great if we can get someone to compliment Bowe on the other side? We can’t expect Tony Gonzalez to last forever, I mean, does he even have another year left in him?—If he does, great! This may not be such a big deal if Mark Bradley and/or Devard Darling can be solid next year.
7. A solid kicker. Huh? A kicker? What’s with that? It is no secret that the Chiefs have an oppressive kicking curse hovering over them. I think it started right after Jan Stenarud ruined the Vikings with his leg in Super Bowl IV, it has carried through our very best—Jan himself (in ’71, the infamous Christmas Day loss to the Dolphins), Nick Lowery (in ’91) and Pete Stoyanovich (in ’98), all of them missed critical FG’s that lost us playoff games—and it continues to this day, to wit: Two years ago we wasted a critical fifth round pick on Justin Medlock, and last year we signed John Carney as a fill-in and who made the Pro Bowl this year—with a different team. Oh that we’d have a reliable long-term kicker who’d just once—just once!—bang in a clutch field goal in a playoff win. Oh what joy!
6. A head coach who calls full, confident games and finishes. What’s this, way down here sixth in the order of priorities? Really, head coach should be higher, but I personally like Herm Edwards. He’s a gamer, he wants to win, he wants to surround himself with good people, he relates well with the players. I’d like to think he’s willing to learn more about what it takes to consistently win. But really, this is your call.
5. A mean middle linebacker. Not just any mean guy but a steaming fuming raging guy with a killer instinct that cannot be quenched. Last year I asked Santa Claus for a maniacal Ray Lewis-type guy, but I must’ve been bad that year or something. He sure didn’t get him for us this season. Really, we could use a whole bunch of these kinds of guys who know how to shut down a team’s running game. And for Derrick Johnson, the guy has tons of talent, we’ve all seen it, somebody needs to go down there and light a fire under his rear end. That’d be great.
4. Tamba Hali, Tank Tyler, Glenn Dorsey, and Turk McBride to sit in front of hours and hours of game film featuring Bruce Smith and Reggie White mixed with stirring, rousing music. I’d like to think our guys there are going to be pretty good-- all top prospects, solid picks, young guns, but guys who just didn’t do a whole lot out there this year to stop opposing offenses.
3. An offensive line that stands people up. This is axiomatic, I know, games are won in the trenches. But as all of us Chiefs fans know so well since we had such a kickin’-aye line for so many years, we have really got to have that Jonathan Ogden guy anchoring the line for gobs and gobs of years. I’d spend the third pick in the whole draft on that guy, but only if he ends up doing real Jonathan Ogden-type work for us.
2. A world-class quarterback. Please please please please please please please get us a word-class quarterback. Please draft and develop him for the duration of our team’s imminent success. Please do not pick up a guy from the scrap heap who may have a couple quality years left. And please don’t hang our hopes on the gonzo play of Tyler Thigpen—while fun to watch, it won’t get us rings.
Finally, the most important item of them all…
1. Respect through the league and the professional football world. Really, it’s about time we got what so many other teams have been privileged to enjoy, a rank of status from which people see us as the class of the profession. While it is definitely our turn in our division—the Broncos, Chargers, and Raiders have all had much more overall success through the past several years than we have—the only way we can get that is not because “it is our turn” but because our commitment to hard work and smart football is felt and shared from water boy to owner. Yes, it’s a cliché, but it sure would be nice to have it.
I just urge you to continue to take pride in your efforts and in achieving that highly respected status for professional football in Kansas City, even if the owner is not where you think he should be in all of this. Clark Hunt is still new to it all, and it'd certainly be great if he becomes a truly class owner in the mold of an Art Rooney or Wellington Mara. No matter what happens, we are hoping you will take the baton and do what you know you do best.
Chiefs fans will be looking forward to 2009 with eager anticipation. Thank you for joining our team!
With greatest respect,
A Chiefs fan
_
Dear Chiefs General Manager,
I would like to humbly welcome you to your new job. Thank you for taking on the challenge of rebuilding a storied franchise. I know you will give your full devotion to this noble cause. As long as you wear the Chiefs emblem proudly you will have our 100% support.
I’d like to begin by asking you to understand that there are many genuine and thoughtful Chiefs fans who’ve been extraordinarily disheartened by the way things have been going with our team. While the devastating losses are difficult, we can endure them as long as there is a commitment to excellence throughout the organization.
We’ve had reason to be proud of what our team has accomplished, particularly in those years when Chiefs football was synonymous with excellence, notably the decades of the 1960’s and 1990’s. What is quite encouraging is that this team does show great promise in spite of its horrendous won-loss record over the past two years.
I trust that you will make terrific decisions as our new general manager, I’d like to take a moment and simply share with you thoughts from a fan about what may help this Chiefs team. I am sure you are aware of these things, indeed you certainly know much more than any of us do. I’d still like to share what I think are our top priorities, ranked from least important to most important. Of course all are critically important.
8. A receiving core to compliment Dwayne Bowe. The Chiefs have never really had a dynamite set of wideouts, and while it was nice to have had people like Eddie Kennison, wouldn’t it be great if we can get someone to compliment Bowe on the other side? We can’t expect Tony Gonzalez to last forever, I mean, does he even have another year left in him?—If he does, great! This may not be such a big deal if Mark Bradley and/or Devard Darling can be solid next year.
7. A solid kicker. Huh? A kicker? What’s with that? It is no secret that the Chiefs have an oppressive kicking curse hovering over them. I think it started right after Jan Stenarud ruined the Vikings with his leg in Super Bowl IV, it has carried through our very best—Jan himself (in ’71, the infamous Christmas Day loss to the Dolphins), Nick Lowery (in ’91) and Pete Stoyanovich (in ’98), all of them missed critical FG’s that lost us playoff games—and it continues to this day, to wit: Two years ago we wasted a critical fifth round pick on Justin Medlock, and last year we signed John Carney as a fill-in and who made the Pro Bowl this year—with a different team. Oh that we’d have a reliable long-term kicker who’d just once—just once!—bang in a clutch field goal in a playoff win. Oh what joy!
6. A head coach who calls full, confident games and finishes. What’s this, way down here sixth in the order of priorities? Really, head coach should be higher, but I personally like Herm Edwards. He’s a gamer, he wants to win, he wants to surround himself with good people, he relates well with the players. I’d like to think he’s willing to learn more about what it takes to consistently win. But really, this is your call.
5. A mean middle linebacker. Not just any mean guy but a steaming fuming raging guy with a killer instinct that cannot be quenched. Last year I asked Santa Claus for a maniacal Ray Lewis-type guy, but I must’ve been bad that year or something. He sure didn’t get him for us this season. Really, we could use a whole bunch of these kinds of guys who know how to shut down a team’s running game. And for Derrick Johnson, the guy has tons of talent, we’ve all seen it, somebody needs to go down there and light a fire under his rear end. That’d be great.
4. Tamba Hali, Tank Tyler, Glenn Dorsey, and Turk McBride to sit in front of hours and hours of game film featuring Bruce Smith and Reggie White mixed with stirring, rousing music. I’d like to think our guys there are going to be pretty good-- all top prospects, solid picks, young guns, but guys who just didn’t do a whole lot out there this year to stop opposing offenses.
3. An offensive line that stands people up. This is axiomatic, I know, games are won in the trenches. But as all of us Chiefs fans know so well since we had such a kickin’-aye line for so many years, we have really got to have that Jonathan Ogden guy anchoring the line for gobs and gobs of years. I’d spend the third pick in the whole draft on that guy, but only if he ends up doing real Jonathan Ogden-type work for us.
2. A world-class quarterback. Please please please please please please please get us a word-class quarterback. Please draft and develop him for the duration of our team’s imminent success. Please do not pick up a guy from the scrap heap who may have a couple quality years left. And please don’t hang our hopes on the gonzo play of Tyler Thigpen—while fun to watch, it won’t get us rings.
Finally, the most important item of them all…
1. Respect through the league and the professional football world. Really, it’s about time we got what so many other teams have been privileged to enjoy, a rank of status from which people see us as the class of the profession. While it is definitely our turn in our division—the Broncos, Chargers, and Raiders have all had much more overall success through the past several years than we have—the only way we can get that is not because “it is our turn” but because our commitment to hard work and smart football is felt and shared from water boy to owner. Yes, it’s a cliché, but it sure would be nice to have it.
I just urge you to continue to take pride in your efforts and in achieving that highly respected status for professional football in Kansas City, even if the owner is not where you think he should be in all of this. Clark Hunt is still new to it all, and it'd certainly be great if he becomes a truly class owner in the mold of an Art Rooney or Wellington Mara. No matter what happens, we are hoping you will take the baton and do what you know you do best.
Chiefs fans will be looking forward to 2009 with eager anticipation. Thank you for joining our team!
With greatest respect,
A Chiefs fan
_
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Chiefs at Bengals - Week 17 - Record: 2-14
I want to begin by emphasizing that this blog is about looking at each Chiefs game in depth. I simply want to ruminate on paper (or in “cyperspace” if you will) on how the Chiefs are doing game-wise, and the novel feature of this blog is that I pay no attention to anything else outside of the game.
I say this because I am fully committed to this purpose, though I haven’t been addressing much in-game stuff lately. Last week I barely said a word about the game itself and my feelings about it. Oh there were many such feelings, but my focus recently has been on that one single item that determines what precisely it is about any given game that makes up what we actually do out there.
That item is, of course, how strong the leadership of the front office is.
With that in mind I do want to continue that thread, even at the expense of an more thorough rendering of the actual game today with the Bengals. I must, however, share some important thoughts about the nature of my approach to the Chiefs and blogging on them.
Giving attention to the game itself and nothing else is a tactic that has its benefits but it also has its liabilities. One is a confession I have to make here, to be fair to Carl Peterson. Last week I made a very brief comment about Sylvester Morris being a wasted pick. It turned out to be, but not necessarily because of the GM. It was because Morris had been seriously injured during his first season.
The benefit is that I don’t have to endure hearing about the inane things people like Carl Peterson do to wreck my team. Last Sunday I’d stretched the bounds of my sports celibacy to look at the story about how Peterson treated tackle John Tait a few years ago. In some respect I was not wholly accurate about Peterson’s inability to draft a solid lineman. Well, it seems he did draft a few decent linemen, one of whom was John Tait. Peterson then proceeded to treat Tait like crap, inspiring him to take a hike and later help the Bears get to the Super Bowl.
As I read this story—thinking about how fortunate I am not to have known about it only because it would’ve aggravated me so much—I had to wonder: How much of this filth has been going on in the Chiefs front office? How much exactly are the Chiefs reviled by other teams and their top people? Furthermore—and most disheartening:
Exactly how many Chiefs players are grudgingly fulfilling their duties as Chiefs only because the league keeps them in Chiefs uniforms and punishes them severely for speaking out against a team they too revile?
This is the most harrowing question of all. I would otherwise shrug it off as a fleeting thought except for two critical considerations that do not make me feel good at all.
One is our record. At 2-14, we’ve demonstrated without a doubt that we are indeed one of the very worst teams in the league. This latest loss was a pathetic showing against another sad sack team, hardly worthy of a mention even though, as I did say, this blog is all about the game. (31 total rushing yards on the day? What’s new? Finally breaking the record for fewest sacks by a team in a 16-game season? You want to talk about that?) As it is we’ve got the second worst record in the entire NFL—thank goodness for the Lions! But just like the 0-16 Lions we lost to every single team we played on the schedule. (We did defeat Denver and Oakland but lost to them also.)
The most telling index of how good or bad something is: the scoreboard. We can talk all we want about how neat this is or how spiffy that is, but if we’re not flat-out winning ball games then there is something really really wrong.
I don’t think Herm Edwards is the problem. Getting rid of Carl Peterson was a big plus and I do know a new GM could blow Herm out in a nanosecond. But I actually think Herm is good for us. Bear with me now. What I’m more frightened of this that second thing that gets me.
It is a thought that I never thought I’d think before but perhaps, just perhaps others have. It may even be sacrilege for me to speak of it, and that may be why anyone else who dares to think it does not share it so widely.
To set this up, think about it. We had one of the strongest teams in all of professional football in the 1960’s, when Lamar Hunt was bold and brash and led the cutting-edge AFL. Along came the 70’s and 80’s when we were lucky to have years of mediocrity because Hunt simply dropped the team in the lap of know-nothing-about-football Jack Steadman for years upon years upon years.
Carl Peterson came in, bold and brash and fresh from building a quality USFL team in Philadelphia and used his touch to resurrect the team into arguably (with apologies to the Buffalo Bills) the best team in the AFC through that decade (ahem, at least in the regular season). But then we discovered just how awful Peterson was long-term, partly because Hunt continued his avowed “hands-off” policy regarding football and player matters.
Can you see the common thread here? No, it is not Herm Edwards, upon whom everyone seems to unleash their fury. But why look down at the paintings and furniture in the house to see where the termite damage is? No you’ve got to look up, in the rafters, where the wood is wettest and lightest.
Up, past the general manager position.
You see where I’m going with this.
Heaven forbid I should say anything against the Hunt family, because while Carl Peterson was not lionized, Lamar Hunt was. And rightly so. Nothing will take away any earnest Chiefs fan’s respect for him. And Clark Hunt is right now just feeling his oats for this kind of thing. That’s cool.
But this supposedly noble “hands-off” position the Hunts have prided themselves on has got to end. It is not so much that the considered positive here is that an owner is hands-off, but that he should be hands-off in areas he should leave to the right people who best do those things. Proclaiming with a smile that you are “hands-off” may actually be an implicit confession that you just don’t know what in blazes you are doing up there.
I pray this is not the case.
I really hope Clark knows what he is doing and does the most important thing he could do: Be very hands-on and get the best damn general manager there is, and then do one vitally crucial thing to be even more hands-on, and that is to simply
Make damn well sure he does his damn job.
Some will say that this should not be about money, that the Hunts were always making sure the Chiefs made the family a buck. But making money is actually a testament to how good a job you are doing and the number one thing that gets the Chiefs money— for whoever gets it even if it all goes to the Hunts— is
Winning football games.
The Hunts may have told whoever the GM was, “Make us money.” I don’t think the GM’s of the past ever volitionally sabotaged the Chiefs just to put a dollar in Lamar Hunt’s pocket, I just think they were sadly deficient at doing what it took to win football games. Oh Steadman and Peterson were pretty good with marketing and promoting and selling the team but what was the thing that was missing? (Do I have to write it again?...)
Fielding not just a winning team but one respected as one of the finest organizations in the NFL.
Sure someone can say “What about the 90’s and what about 2003 and what about the miracle end of 2006?” The NFL is designed in such a way that anyone can have special things happen at any time. But a 2-14 record is proof that we are woefully deficient at even remotely being in any position to capitalize on that parity. What is amazing is that this year the AFC West was prime for the taking even if we had a mediocre team! Everyone in it sucked. How sad it is that we sucked the most.
Why belabor the point.
The good things we can look at now include the fact that we’re getting a new GM. This is the most wonderful Christmas gift of all. Whether the gift is gold stardust or lumps of coal will remain to be seen, and that will be mostly a response to—(whimper)—how much Clark Hunt can convince the best guy available that this is a terrific opportunity. Watch and see. I won’t be doing that, as you know, because I just can’t stand the repercussions of such things; it’s bad enough to think of the implications now as it is. But here it is, here’s the million dollar question:
Is the Chiefs’ reputation so soiled that the first 15 guys we want refuse to take the position and the 16th one who we hire is just a reincarnation of Jack Steadman?
If that’s the case, please, go ahead, you can kill me now.
As for the team itself goes, it does look like there is great promise. There are the Dwayne Bowe’s and Jerrod Page’s and, yes, thank goodness for Dustin Colquitt. Oh, and I just saw that Brian Waters made the pro bowl again. So we’ve got one pretty dang good O-lineman, yay!
And again, I may be completely totally pig-headedly wrong about this, but I still think Herm Edwards is the best thing about this Chiefs team right now. He has done everything he can to hold this dilapidated shack together through the season. He hasn’t done the best game calling, I know, and he hasn’t closed out games the team should have won, but, hey, looking at this team it could have just as easily been the case they shouldn’t have been in any of these games to begin with.
I plan to have a final post-mortem closing post soon—a letter to the new GM regarding the things I see the team needs. Should Clark Hunt truly become a strong respected owner, we’ll get it done. I’m going to hope for the best and write with that in mind.
_
I want to begin by emphasizing that this blog is about looking at each Chiefs game in depth. I simply want to ruminate on paper (or in “cyperspace” if you will) on how the Chiefs are doing game-wise, and the novel feature of this blog is that I pay no attention to anything else outside of the game.
I say this because I am fully committed to this purpose, though I haven’t been addressing much in-game stuff lately. Last week I barely said a word about the game itself and my feelings about it. Oh there were many such feelings, but my focus recently has been on that one single item that determines what precisely it is about any given game that makes up what we actually do out there.
That item is, of course, how strong the leadership of the front office is.
With that in mind I do want to continue that thread, even at the expense of an more thorough rendering of the actual game today with the Bengals. I must, however, share some important thoughts about the nature of my approach to the Chiefs and blogging on them.
Giving attention to the game itself and nothing else is a tactic that has its benefits but it also has its liabilities. One is a confession I have to make here, to be fair to Carl Peterson. Last week I made a very brief comment about Sylvester Morris being a wasted pick. It turned out to be, but not necessarily because of the GM. It was because Morris had been seriously injured during his first season.
The benefit is that I don’t have to endure hearing about the inane things people like Carl Peterson do to wreck my team. Last Sunday I’d stretched the bounds of my sports celibacy to look at the story about how Peterson treated tackle John Tait a few years ago. In some respect I was not wholly accurate about Peterson’s inability to draft a solid lineman. Well, it seems he did draft a few decent linemen, one of whom was John Tait. Peterson then proceeded to treat Tait like crap, inspiring him to take a hike and later help the Bears get to the Super Bowl.
As I read this story—thinking about how fortunate I am not to have known about it only because it would’ve aggravated me so much—I had to wonder: How much of this filth has been going on in the Chiefs front office? How much exactly are the Chiefs reviled by other teams and their top people? Furthermore—and most disheartening:
Exactly how many Chiefs players are grudgingly fulfilling their duties as Chiefs only because the league keeps them in Chiefs uniforms and punishes them severely for speaking out against a team they too revile?
This is the most harrowing question of all. I would otherwise shrug it off as a fleeting thought except for two critical considerations that do not make me feel good at all.
One is our record. At 2-14, we’ve demonstrated without a doubt that we are indeed one of the very worst teams in the league. This latest loss was a pathetic showing against another sad sack team, hardly worthy of a mention even though, as I did say, this blog is all about the game. (31 total rushing yards on the day? What’s new? Finally breaking the record for fewest sacks by a team in a 16-game season? You want to talk about that?) As it is we’ve got the second worst record in the entire NFL—thank goodness for the Lions! But just like the 0-16 Lions we lost to every single team we played on the schedule. (We did defeat Denver and Oakland but lost to them also.)
The most telling index of how good or bad something is: the scoreboard. We can talk all we want about how neat this is or how spiffy that is, but if we’re not flat-out winning ball games then there is something really really wrong.
I don’t think Herm Edwards is the problem. Getting rid of Carl Peterson was a big plus and I do know a new GM could blow Herm out in a nanosecond. But I actually think Herm is good for us. Bear with me now. What I’m more frightened of this that second thing that gets me.
It is a thought that I never thought I’d think before but perhaps, just perhaps others have. It may even be sacrilege for me to speak of it, and that may be why anyone else who dares to think it does not share it so widely.
To set this up, think about it. We had one of the strongest teams in all of professional football in the 1960’s, when Lamar Hunt was bold and brash and led the cutting-edge AFL. Along came the 70’s and 80’s when we were lucky to have years of mediocrity because Hunt simply dropped the team in the lap of know-nothing-about-football Jack Steadman for years upon years upon years.
Carl Peterson came in, bold and brash and fresh from building a quality USFL team in Philadelphia and used his touch to resurrect the team into arguably (with apologies to the Buffalo Bills) the best team in the AFC through that decade (ahem, at least in the regular season). But then we discovered just how awful Peterson was long-term, partly because Hunt continued his avowed “hands-off” policy regarding football and player matters.
Can you see the common thread here? No, it is not Herm Edwards, upon whom everyone seems to unleash their fury. But why look down at the paintings and furniture in the house to see where the termite damage is? No you’ve got to look up, in the rafters, where the wood is wettest and lightest.
Up, past the general manager position.
You see where I’m going with this.
Heaven forbid I should say anything against the Hunt family, because while Carl Peterson was not lionized, Lamar Hunt was. And rightly so. Nothing will take away any earnest Chiefs fan’s respect for him. And Clark Hunt is right now just feeling his oats for this kind of thing. That’s cool.
But this supposedly noble “hands-off” position the Hunts have prided themselves on has got to end. It is not so much that the considered positive here is that an owner is hands-off, but that he should be hands-off in areas he should leave to the right people who best do those things. Proclaiming with a smile that you are “hands-off” may actually be an implicit confession that you just don’t know what in blazes you are doing up there.
I pray this is not the case.
I really hope Clark knows what he is doing and does the most important thing he could do: Be very hands-on and get the best damn general manager there is, and then do one vitally crucial thing to be even more hands-on, and that is to simply
Make damn well sure he does his damn job.
Some will say that this should not be about money, that the Hunts were always making sure the Chiefs made the family a buck. But making money is actually a testament to how good a job you are doing and the number one thing that gets the Chiefs money— for whoever gets it even if it all goes to the Hunts— is
Winning football games.
The Hunts may have told whoever the GM was, “Make us money.” I don’t think the GM’s of the past ever volitionally sabotaged the Chiefs just to put a dollar in Lamar Hunt’s pocket, I just think they were sadly deficient at doing what it took to win football games. Oh Steadman and Peterson were pretty good with marketing and promoting and selling the team but what was the thing that was missing? (Do I have to write it again?...)
Fielding not just a winning team but one respected as one of the finest organizations in the NFL.
Sure someone can say “What about the 90’s and what about 2003 and what about the miracle end of 2006?” The NFL is designed in such a way that anyone can have special things happen at any time. But a 2-14 record is proof that we are woefully deficient at even remotely being in any position to capitalize on that parity. What is amazing is that this year the AFC West was prime for the taking even if we had a mediocre team! Everyone in it sucked. How sad it is that we sucked the most.
Why belabor the point.
The good things we can look at now include the fact that we’re getting a new GM. This is the most wonderful Christmas gift of all. Whether the gift is gold stardust or lumps of coal will remain to be seen, and that will be mostly a response to—(whimper)—how much Clark Hunt can convince the best guy available that this is a terrific opportunity. Watch and see. I won’t be doing that, as you know, because I just can’t stand the repercussions of such things; it’s bad enough to think of the implications now as it is. But here it is, here’s the million dollar question:
Is the Chiefs’ reputation so soiled that the first 15 guys we want refuse to take the position and the 16th one who we hire is just a reincarnation of Jack Steadman?
If that’s the case, please, go ahead, you can kill me now.
As for the team itself goes, it does look like there is great promise. There are the Dwayne Bowe’s and Jerrod Page’s and, yes, thank goodness for Dustin Colquitt. Oh, and I just saw that Brian Waters made the pro bowl again. So we’ve got one pretty dang good O-lineman, yay!
And again, I may be completely totally pig-headedly wrong about this, but I still think Herm Edwards is the best thing about this Chiefs team right now. He has done everything he can to hold this dilapidated shack together through the season. He hasn’t done the best game calling, I know, and he hasn’t closed out games the team should have won, but, hey, looking at this team it could have just as easily been the case they shouldn’t have been in any of these games to begin with.
I plan to have a final post-mortem closing post soon—a letter to the new GM regarding the things I see the team needs. Should Clark Hunt truly become a strong respected owner, we’ll get it done. I’m going to hope for the best and write with that in mind.
_
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Dolphins at Chiefs - Week 16 - Record: 2-13
A while ago I laid out the three parts that need to be in place for a team to truly contend in the NFL. These three are the most important, far above all the others. I must now qualify that and put something far above even these three parts. That one part of any pro football team that must be exceptional is nothing other than the team's
General manager.
My revised importance-of-parts priority list, then:
1. General manager.
2. Offensive line.
3. Defensive line.
4. Quarterback.
I've always thought any team is only as good as its front office. And sure enough what we see now on the football field is a direct result of the complete ineptitude of the Chiefs front office, led for the past twenty years by Carl Peterson.
Peterson resigned last week to the raucous cheers of all of us who knew that he'd just utterly lost it when it came to building a football team. Today's typically depressing result is a microcosm of that failure: once again another brave performance for three quarters followed by a wretched meltdown at the end of the game. This was, and in every game it always is, only the product of the people who put the team out on the field.
To be fair, Peterson was a godsend for us after the nightmare Jack Steadman years. He had a miracle touch guiding the team to great success in the 90's only to have Marty Schottenheimer's playoff curse unravel it all. And to give Peterson credit he was gifted at pulling guys from hats like Trent Green and Priest Holmes. And I must tell you one of the sweetest memories I have of any Chiefs thing ever was when he yanked all-pro cornerback James Hasty out of the grasp of the Raiders' Al Davis.
But, sadly, take a look at Peterson's real record of drafting and developing. Everyone seems to think that because he practically stole Will Shields and Donnie Edwards he should be lionized, but really, his talent-evaluating skills were just not that great. For twenty years we had at best a mediocre record for evaluating of talent when that is the most important job for a GM.
He was especially weak at getting players for those three key parts of a team. Let's look at each one:
Offensive line and defensive line. I put both of these together because Peterson could not draft a lineman if his life depended on it, on either side of the ball. Our disposal bin is filled with first, second, and third round picks that have been worthless. Yes, yes, I know all teams have their draft duds, but sorry, but you can't have anywhere near a contending team with the great number we have had.
On the O-line there was (wince) Trezelle Jenkins, Victor Riley, and Joe Valerio. On the D-line there was (gasp) Eric Downing, Ryan Sims, and Junior Siavii--all of them super high picks that really needed to be there doing the highest quality bone crunching for long periods of service. This is not even to point out (which I'm going to do anyway, of course) that we wasted super-high picks on people like Sylvestor Morris when they could've been used to get those linemen who'd perform.
Interestingly, his two draft picks in this year's first round were DT Glenn Dorsey and OG Brandon Albert, still feeling their oats out there. How ironic that would be if these two should actually develop into anchors for our team on both sides of the ball. I'm still high on them, I'm still hoping, Carl, there is some measure of redemption, I really am.
Quarterback. This has been an unmitigated disaster for the Chiefs in the Peterson era. Did you remember that Mike Elkins and Matt Blundin were second round picks? Second round! In fact Elkins was Peterson's second Chiefs pick of them all in his first draft. Thank goodness his very first was Derrick Thomas.
I imagine he felt he could continue to bring out old 49ers QB's, but even when they played great (and each one did for a time, they really did) you could not build a solid lasting team around that. Even Trent Green went way past his time and played well, but even he was going to burn out sometime too soon for us to get a rhythm for genuinely sustained contention.
Now we're pinning our hopes on Tyler Thigpen who looks to me like he gleefully loves playing jungle ball out there making us all jump out of our seats watching his gonzo play, but is hopelessly lost when it comes to incisively leading the critical drive when we need it.
So, a fond farewell to King Carl. We cannot deny that you gave us great fun in the 90's, but now as we look back that may have actually been a curse of sorts because it lulled us all into a false sense that you really could manage a contending franchise.
As it is, you leave on the week in which this Chiefs team made it official: securing the worst season record-wise in its history.
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A while ago I laid out the three parts that need to be in place for a team to truly contend in the NFL. These three are the most important, far above all the others. I must now qualify that and put something far above even these three parts. That one part of any pro football team that must be exceptional is nothing other than the team's
General manager.
My revised importance-of-parts priority list, then:
1. General manager.
2. Offensive line.
3. Defensive line.
4. Quarterback.
I've always thought any team is only as good as its front office. And sure enough what we see now on the football field is a direct result of the complete ineptitude of the Chiefs front office, led for the past twenty years by Carl Peterson.
Peterson resigned last week to the raucous cheers of all of us who knew that he'd just utterly lost it when it came to building a football team. Today's typically depressing result is a microcosm of that failure: once again another brave performance for three quarters followed by a wretched meltdown at the end of the game. This was, and in every game it always is, only the product of the people who put the team out on the field.
To be fair, Peterson was a godsend for us after the nightmare Jack Steadman years. He had a miracle touch guiding the team to great success in the 90's only to have Marty Schottenheimer's playoff curse unravel it all. And to give Peterson credit he was gifted at pulling guys from hats like Trent Green and Priest Holmes. And I must tell you one of the sweetest memories I have of any Chiefs thing ever was when he yanked all-pro cornerback James Hasty out of the grasp of the Raiders' Al Davis.
But, sadly, take a look at Peterson's real record of drafting and developing. Everyone seems to think that because he practically stole Will Shields and Donnie Edwards he should be lionized, but really, his talent-evaluating skills were just not that great. For twenty years we had at best a mediocre record for evaluating of talent when that is the most important job for a GM.
He was especially weak at getting players for those three key parts of a team. Let's look at each one:
Offensive line and defensive line. I put both of these together because Peterson could not draft a lineman if his life depended on it, on either side of the ball. Our disposal bin is filled with first, second, and third round picks that have been worthless. Yes, yes, I know all teams have their draft duds, but sorry, but you can't have anywhere near a contending team with the great number we have had.
On the O-line there was (wince) Trezelle Jenkins, Victor Riley, and Joe Valerio. On the D-line there was (gasp) Eric Downing, Ryan Sims, and Junior Siavii--all of them super high picks that really needed to be there doing the highest quality bone crunching for long periods of service. This is not even to point out (which I'm going to do anyway, of course) that we wasted super-high picks on people like Sylvestor Morris when they could've been used to get those linemen who'd perform.
Interestingly, his two draft picks in this year's first round were DT Glenn Dorsey and OG Brandon Albert, still feeling their oats out there. How ironic that would be if these two should actually develop into anchors for our team on both sides of the ball. I'm still high on them, I'm still hoping, Carl, there is some measure of redemption, I really am.
Quarterback. This has been an unmitigated disaster for the Chiefs in the Peterson era. Did you remember that Mike Elkins and Matt Blundin were second round picks? Second round! In fact Elkins was Peterson's second Chiefs pick of them all in his first draft. Thank goodness his very first was Derrick Thomas.
I imagine he felt he could continue to bring out old 49ers QB's, but even when they played great (and each one did for a time, they really did) you could not build a solid lasting team around that. Even Trent Green went way past his time and played well, but even he was going to burn out sometime too soon for us to get a rhythm for genuinely sustained contention.
Now we're pinning our hopes on Tyler Thigpen who looks to me like he gleefully loves playing jungle ball out there making us all jump out of our seats watching his gonzo play, but is hopelessly lost when it comes to incisively leading the critical drive when we need it.
So, a fond farewell to King Carl. We cannot deny that you gave us great fun in the 90's, but now as we look back that may have actually been a curse of sorts because it lulled us all into a false sense that you really could manage a contending franchise.
As it is, you leave on the week in which this Chiefs team made it official: securing the worst season record-wise in its history.
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Chargers at Chiefs - Week 15 - Record: 2-12
How about just a smorgasbord of the wild crazy things that are banging around in my head after this madness.
Not too many times does a team lose a game up 21-10 at the two-minute warning. I know I could go on and on about how such a crappy team as this could allow such a thing to happen. I won't because what I see is a team working like crazy out there to win games, yet their luck is just awful. Yes, our defense should have stopped them, but you can't fail to secure an on-sides kick and expect a young defense to just jaunt back out on the field and not be at least a bit tired.
The key was our damned offensive line, again. Yeah, I'm layin' on them, as it seems I always do. But I'm sorry, you can probably see it is justified when twice on third and inches we can't get that clutch first down that would prolong drives so the opponent wouldn't even have a shot at getting two quick scores in under two minutes of gametime left.
The officiating was not the best either, and while we got helped by some cheesy calls that went against the Chargers, we got clobbered the most when it sure seemed like Jamaal Charles had that first down and we got a terrible spot. Those are the kinds of things we needed. But, oh well...
The key is that we're just not a team that can get the job done. Tyler Thigpen, for his part, threw the ball okay and did those spiffy quarterback draws again, but with 31 seconds left and a great chance for us to get in field goal range, he ran around on the first play getting only a few yards and losing tons of time. Our kicker then was handed a very makeable 50 yard shot at the win, and that went wide left--alas, that kicker curse continues.
I've been reading David Harris' The Genius about 49ers coach Bill Walsh. My goodness, the number of times his team had awful losses like this one when rebuilding, it almost crushed him before he could do anything. I don't think Herm Edwards has the intellectual gravitas as Walsh, but I know he has the systematic and emotional wherewithal to put a team together.
See, that's really the key. I like Edwards' "spread offense," that's great and all, but it is clear from The Genius-- and it is obvious from looking at this Chiefs team-- that a coach with a brilliant game plan is not nearly enough.
Ya gotta have the guns. And all the pieces need to work together so finely. This is axiomatic.
I think Edwards can accomplish this, really, but this young team must come together and Carl Peterson has got to do the best damn job drafting and developing he's ever done.
So yeah. Peterson is getting his chance handed to him, with a shot at high picks in each round. Hey, we still have a shot at the top pick--hyeah, we're still in the hunt for worst record in the NFL. Of course the Lions have that distinction at this point, still 0-14. Don't think we've got a real shot at it? In case you don't recall, the Lions have lost 21 of 22.
Last year they were starting out okay, then reeled off six straight losses before beating, yes, you got it, the Chiefs. Now they're 0-15 since then. So yeah. The Lions last 22 games, all losses except that one. They can certainly beat the Chiefs.
Here's to just hoping yet another crappy demoralizing loss is inspiring and not destroying. Maybe the early 1980's Niners story can be the early 2010's story for the Chiefs.
_
How about just a smorgasbord of the wild crazy things that are banging around in my head after this madness.
Not too many times does a team lose a game up 21-10 at the two-minute warning. I know I could go on and on about how such a crappy team as this could allow such a thing to happen. I won't because what I see is a team working like crazy out there to win games, yet their luck is just awful. Yes, our defense should have stopped them, but you can't fail to secure an on-sides kick and expect a young defense to just jaunt back out on the field and not be at least a bit tired.
The key was our damned offensive line, again. Yeah, I'm layin' on them, as it seems I always do. But I'm sorry, you can probably see it is justified when twice on third and inches we can't get that clutch first down that would prolong drives so the opponent wouldn't even have a shot at getting two quick scores in under two minutes of gametime left.
The officiating was not the best either, and while we got helped by some cheesy calls that went against the Chargers, we got clobbered the most when it sure seemed like Jamaal Charles had that first down and we got a terrible spot. Those are the kinds of things we needed. But, oh well...
The key is that we're just not a team that can get the job done. Tyler Thigpen, for his part, threw the ball okay and did those spiffy quarterback draws again, but with 31 seconds left and a great chance for us to get in field goal range, he ran around on the first play getting only a few yards and losing tons of time. Our kicker then was handed a very makeable 50 yard shot at the win, and that went wide left--alas, that kicker curse continues.
I've been reading David Harris' The Genius about 49ers coach Bill Walsh. My goodness, the number of times his team had awful losses like this one when rebuilding, it almost crushed him before he could do anything. I don't think Herm Edwards has the intellectual gravitas as Walsh, but I know he has the systematic and emotional wherewithal to put a team together.
See, that's really the key. I like Edwards' "spread offense," that's great and all, but it is clear from The Genius-- and it is obvious from looking at this Chiefs team-- that a coach with a brilliant game plan is not nearly enough.
Ya gotta have the guns. And all the pieces need to work together so finely. This is axiomatic.
I think Edwards can accomplish this, really, but this young team must come together and Carl Peterson has got to do the best damn job drafting and developing he's ever done.
So yeah. Peterson is getting his chance handed to him, with a shot at high picks in each round. Hey, we still have a shot at the top pick--hyeah, we're still in the hunt for worst record in the NFL. Of course the Lions have that distinction at this point, still 0-14. Don't think we've got a real shot at it? In case you don't recall, the Lions have lost 21 of 22.
Last year they were starting out okay, then reeled off six straight losses before beating, yes, you got it, the Chiefs. Now they're 0-15 since then. So yeah. The Lions last 22 games, all losses except that one. They can certainly beat the Chiefs.
Here's to just hoping yet another crappy demoralizing loss is inspiring and not destroying. Maybe the early 1980's Niners story can be the early 2010's story for the Chiefs.
_
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Chiefs at Broncos - Week 14 - Record: 2-11
What else but a truly crappy season could produce such a truly crappy game as this one. Sure it was more likely we'd lose at Mile-High anyway something like 47-6, so at least we played them close. (And yes, I know it is "Invesco Field" and a totally different stadium than "Mile-High"--but that's just commercial crap the media gods want to ram down our throats.)
But the unsavory fact (as if this is new at all) is that we need spectacular plays like Thigpen rolling out and hitting Tony Gonzalez diving at the pylon for us to get any scores to even have a remote chance of being in any games. This was a typical crappy Chiefs game. We get a nice 17-7 lead
Only to hand the game over to the defense.
We have young and still bumbling around D-linemen. We have no linebackers, really, none to speak of. Those guys are huffing and puffing just fine, they still cannot make an opposing offense really work. Derrick Johnson has been exceptionally mediocre, and Donnie Edwards is valiantly (God bless him) trying to capture his old form.
Our D-backfield is our strength, without question, but they simply cannot carry the load. There has got to be pressure up front, and as just noted, there is nothing of the sort. We had yet another game with no sacks. After we went up 17-7, their QB Jay Culter just picked us apart, not throwing an incompletion for something like 57 straight passes. I exaggerate, but what difference does it make.
Down by just a touchdown with effectively a sliver of time left on the clock, we put all our hopes in the legs (whimper, the legs mind you, not the arm) of Tyler Thigpen, who on fourth and goal from the five runs all the way down to the Denver one.
Yet another crappy end to a ballgame in what is easily one of the crappiest seasons in Chiefs history. Just so you know, we're still on track to make it the crappiest of them all--oh joy. The record worst for the Chiefs was 2-12 in that glorious 1977 season. For a 16-game season, we're way ahead of the pace for that one: 1988 at 4-11-1.
Wait. What am I thinking. The worst season we've ever had was, ahem, last season. 4-12. I think then we've pretty much set the Chiefs record for the worst consecutive seasons.
Joy.
_
What else but a truly crappy season could produce such a truly crappy game as this one. Sure it was more likely we'd lose at Mile-High anyway something like 47-6, so at least we played them close. (And yes, I know it is "Invesco Field" and a totally different stadium than "Mile-High"--but that's just commercial crap the media gods want to ram down our throats.)
But the unsavory fact (as if this is new at all) is that we need spectacular plays like Thigpen rolling out and hitting Tony Gonzalez diving at the pylon for us to get any scores to even have a remote chance of being in any games. This was a typical crappy Chiefs game. We get a nice 17-7 lead
Only to hand the game over to the defense.
We have young and still bumbling around D-linemen. We have no linebackers, really, none to speak of. Those guys are huffing and puffing just fine, they still cannot make an opposing offense really work. Derrick Johnson has been exceptionally mediocre, and Donnie Edwards is valiantly (God bless him) trying to capture his old form.
Our D-backfield is our strength, without question, but they simply cannot carry the load. There has got to be pressure up front, and as just noted, there is nothing of the sort. We had yet another game with no sacks. After we went up 17-7, their QB Jay Culter just picked us apart, not throwing an incompletion for something like 57 straight passes. I exaggerate, but what difference does it make.
Down by just a touchdown with effectively a sliver of time left on the clock, we put all our hopes in the legs (whimper, the legs mind you, not the arm) of Tyler Thigpen, who on fourth and goal from the five runs all the way down to the Denver one.
Yet another crappy end to a ballgame in what is easily one of the crappiest seasons in Chiefs history. Just so you know, we're still on track to make it the crappiest of them all--oh joy. The record worst for the Chiefs was 2-12 in that glorious 1977 season. For a 16-game season, we're way ahead of the pace for that one: 1988 at 4-11-1.
Wait. What am I thinking. The worst season we've ever had was, ahem, last season. 4-12. I think then we've pretty much set the Chiefs record for the worst consecutive seasons.
Joy.
_
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Chiefs at Raiders - Week 13 - Record: 2-10
Wow, how about that. We've doubled our season's win total in only one game. What an accomplishment!
Well, we did beat the reviled Raiders at their yard, which I think is something like 17 straight wins over them at Oakland. I dunno what it is, but I don't remember when we last lost to them there. That's cool.
Tony Beyondamazing Gonzalez had another phenomenal day, snatching out of the air anything near him. Tyler Thigpen ran those awesome QB draws again, something I wish they'd do much more often. And our defense. Fine work, even though it was against a very weak Oakland offense. I think we held them to one or two first downs in the second half.
Awright!
We are not suddenly anywhere near even a remotely contending team yet. We won by the difference of a botched silly Raiders fake field goal play that was a gift touchdown. I'd also heard this from an announcer: The Chiefs have six sacks on the year. Six. If that remained our season's total, it would be a record for least number of sacks by a team in a single 16-game season. Remember when Derrick Thomas had seven sacks in a game against Seattle back in 1990?
Of course you hope you didn't remember that record-setting day, because on the last play of that game Dave Kreig shimmied out of Thomas' eighth sack to throw the game-winning touchdown pass against us, effectively keeping us from having home field advantage for a critical playoff game that we lost by a point.
Hey, at least today we got a nice win against our greatest arch rivals.
Wow, how about that. We've doubled our season's win total in only one game. What an accomplishment!
Well, we did beat the reviled Raiders at their yard, which I think is something like 17 straight wins over them at Oakland. I dunno what it is, but I don't remember when we last lost to them there. That's cool.
Tony Beyondamazing Gonzalez had another phenomenal day, snatching out of the air anything near him. Tyler Thigpen ran those awesome QB draws again, something I wish they'd do much more often. And our defense. Fine work, even though it was against a very weak Oakland offense. I think we held them to one or two first downs in the second half.
Awright!
We are not suddenly anywhere near even a remotely contending team yet. We won by the difference of a botched silly Raiders fake field goal play that was a gift touchdown. I'd also heard this from an announcer: The Chiefs have six sacks on the year. Six. If that remained our season's total, it would be a record for least number of sacks by a team in a single 16-game season. Remember when Derrick Thomas had seven sacks in a game against Seattle back in 1990?
Of course you hope you didn't remember that record-setting day, because on the last play of that game Dave Kreig shimmied out of Thomas' eighth sack to throw the game-winning touchdown pass against us, effectively keeping us from having home field advantage for a critical playoff game that we lost by a point.
Hey, at least today we got a nice win against our greatest arch rivals.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Bills at Chiefs - Week 12 - Record: 1-10
(I am actually putting the post in for this game on Sunday morning November 30th, simply posting over an earlier post that mentioned I would be away for game day November 23rd.)
I have been on vacation all week in Florida beholding the grand Walt Disney World simulation spectacular. We spent every waking moment with lots of family, cramming into every sensory orifice--well, maybe not every sensory orifice--all the gleefulness that place wants to cram into sensory orifices.
Whupp, I should make a correction. We spent every moment doing that except one. That was the minute I happened to peek at the bottom scrolling score update on ESPN Sunday afternoon and noted that we got pasted by Buffalo, 54-31. I saw a few things about how our boys did, but after that, nothing else.
Annnnd, I'm not looking at anything else. I just don't know how this latest debacle happened, and I'm just not that interested. Oh yes I'll be in rapt attention to the Raiders game up next, but the Bills game--whatever. Just one less pathetic outing I have to mull over.
(I am actually putting the post in for this game on Sunday morning November 30th, simply posting over an earlier post that mentioned I would be away for game day November 23rd.)
I have been on vacation all week in Florida beholding the grand Walt Disney World simulation spectacular. We spent every waking moment with lots of family, cramming into every sensory orifice--well, maybe not every sensory orifice--all the gleefulness that place wants to cram into sensory orifices.
Whupp, I should make a correction. We spent every moment doing that except one. That was the minute I happened to peek at the bottom scrolling score update on ESPN Sunday afternoon and noted that we got pasted by Buffalo, 54-31. I saw a few things about how our boys did, but after that, nothing else.
Annnnd, I'm not looking at anything else. I just don't know how this latest debacle happened, and I'm just not that interested. Oh yes I'll be in rapt attention to the Raiders game up next, but the Bills game--whatever. Just one less pathetic outing I have to mull over.
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