An acorn fell and hit me on the head. Aghast, I must run, not walk, and warn..... Warn who? You name it... Henny Penny.. Cocky Locky... the King (Andy? Patrick? Travis? Clark?).. WE LOST! LIFE, AS WE KNOW IT, IS OVER!
Woke up, fell outta bed (ie, I guess, Chicken Little) it wasn't the sky that was falling, twas me.
EXTRA EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT....... (Do I haveta?).. Yes you Little Chicken, you must.
Andy and Patrick shouldered the blame... The reporters told us the why it happened.....They even shared snippets of the early good tidings KC fans (yes, I am one) spoke of for our upcoming Thanksgiving and Christmas:
"Dude, we suck again."...... and anudder.... "Yep, it's over."....... next....... "Wasting a prime Mahomes year because the defense has zero pass rush and can't get off the field on 3rd down:... and let's toss in "Embarrassment, that all it is." and yet one more, perhaps looking positively at it cause mebbe he didn't get thumped by no acorn "Well, I guess the good news is that after the season I may finally be able to afford some Chief's gear."
A nation finally gets to make fun of us. That's OK, I was actually kinda getting tired of Jake from State Farm, The Eros Tour and "I just KNOW Clark Hunt is paying the referees, WHY ain't they investigating?" I'd rather see Patrick doing a local Vinson Morgage ad... Kelce, a "Mike's got this" 3am ad...
When I was 17, it was a very good year (right Frank?).. An AFL team had moved to our fine City five years earlier. Two leagues merged, lo and behold, in January that year the Chiefs won the Super Bowl (named such because of our owner's suggestion "Let's name the game something fun, like Super Ball"
Usn's back then gathered, went to the parade. Then, watched em annually, or more. Feed me (s'more) Seymour. "It'll be like this every year won't it Hank?" Uh huh, right. Meanwhile, life happened. Graduation. Jobs. Grind. Marriages. Children Divorces. Wars. Fads. Music invasion. 401K's skyrocketing, bankrupt companies, , oops, 2008 (ACORNS! LOOK OUT!).. Finally, after hair loss, loss of many loved ones, pounds, many pounds gained (wrinkles too).. FITTY.. Yes FITTY years later, it happened again. Thank you Clark for paying those refs!
When I was 32, it was a very good year. You see, that same year the Chiefs won the Super Bowl when I was 17, we gained a Major League Baseball lteam. Baseball Ray. After years and YEARS of HUGE losses, near misses happened. Twas always the damn Yankees. (Hated, much like folks hated the Patriots, anything Dallas Cowboys, The Lakers, Dodgers - and, most recently the Chiefs.).. Finally, a pennant. Parade. Feed me (s'more) Seymour. "It'll be like this every year won't it Hank?"
This time, it took 30 years. Scroll to 2015. Half the damn town owned, wore, Royal's Blue. Regular ole regular Kansas City restaurants would break out in cheer "LET'S GO ROYALS" (stomp your feet.. stomp stomp, stomp stomp stomp)... Snotnoses, 17, and much younger dreamed. Feed me (s'more) Seymour. "It'll be like this every year won't it Hank?"
So what's the end game Victor? There really ain't one, and that, in part, is the beauty of it. Most of the time, acorns fall from trees, are gobbled up by deer, squirrels, pigs and the like.. one or two BOP folks on the head...
Along the way.. much happens. Many losses. Ya win some, ya lose some. Buddy'a mine, whenever the MLB strike was.. "Never ever watching again." Don't tell, he now pays monthly for FanDuel. Anudder buddy, he burnt ever lick'a Chief's gear he owned when the lost the Super Bowl in 2021. Go look in his closet today. Uh huh.
Once inawhile, an acorn doesn't get seen by Bambi, Rocket J, Porky.. survives.. a sapling happens. Rain, sun, s'more, growth happens. Awkward looking in infancy, one day, finally, many rings around a spectacular Oak tree happens.
In spitea some saplings not making it (can you say Kansas City Kings.. Kansas City Scouts)... years and years and years of last place, next to last place, second place, yada.. grandness ultimately wins out.
(Carry on wayward son.. no. that aint it... carry on Frank) But now the days grow short I'm in the autumn of the year and now I think of my life.. as vintage from fine old kegs.. From the brim to the dregs.. and it poured sweet and clear.... it was a very good year.
Feed me Seymour. Going to wash my Royal's gear, pitchers and catchers report soon. VICTURD!! Ain'tno fat lady sung yet, hang on! We gots Andy, Patrick, Travis, Big Chris.. Veach, give 'em a break.
Fanatic = a person filled with excessive and single-minded zeal.
Feed me Seymour. Ever eat a pine tree? Er, I mean acorn?
Love, Victurd
(Congrats to Terry and his Broncos!)
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