Let me start by saying I have been a chiefs fan since they moved to K.C. I went to Municipal Stadium to see them play the Raiders and hated Lamonica and the Silver and Black. I remember going to a friends house to watch S.B.1 because he had a color TV. I have lived to see Super Bowl wins and loses and 2 championship losses that caused major pain. I bought season tickets for Marv Levy's first year as coach.
I also had tickets for the Royals and became a true blue fan. I remember when Chris Chamblis broke my heart and when George Brett delivered the shot off Gossage that put us over the hated Yankees and in our first World Series. I disliked NY and everything about the evil empire. That all changed Sept. 11.
I remember the first game played after that day was against the Giants. I found it hard to root against a NY team that day....even tough the Chiefs lost my heart healed a little that day. And I found myself rooting for the Yankees that Oct.
I am making a point that very few things in life can have such a strong meaning in people as sports. While it can cause saddness and pain at times it can also heal one's soul and a nation. While I am not a Yankee fan I proudly wear my NY Yankee hat every Sept.11. And hope I can be forgiven for the one time I cheered for the Giants.