Tony Gonzalez, prominent NFL player for the Kansas City Chiefs, died last night from complications of losing chances of winning a Super Bowl Ring with the team that drafted him. He was thirty-two years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Gonzalez never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit for his long, reputed Lombardi Trophy; an opportunity whom he spent an entire career searching for. Sadly, the protracted search ended late in the 6th week of the 2008 season.  When he was finally traded to a team who had a legitimate shot at contending for a trophy.  His pursuit with the team that originally drafted him out of California had ended in utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Gonzalez secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, it is a tapestry of events that culminate into an exquisite, sublime plan. Ask about the loss of their dear friend, at the community of Arrowhead Pride, the Pulitzer Prize-winning (unofficial team Website),  described Tony as a changed man in the last days of his life. Things were clearer for him, aPacificChief noted. Ultimately, Tony concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe we must all possess a powerful faith, of what the ancients used to call fatum; what we currently refer to as destiny.

Goodbye Tony, and win one for us....