Everyone on this site has reasons why they love the Kansas City Chiefs. For many it's a civic pride and a passion you're literally born into. For some, it was a love they acquired somewhere along the line, or maybe even just because they liked the logo as a kid. My love of this team started because of my Dad, and has grew for reasons that I think make a good story.First of all, I was born and raised in New York. My Dad was born and raised in New Jersey, and became a Chiefs fan after seeing them demolish Minnesota in Super Bowl IV. He's been hooked ever since, and he got me into the Chiefs at a very young age. When I was five, the Chiefs had Joe Montana at the helm and were facing the Pittsburgh Steelers in an AFC Wild Card game. I remember the Chiefs were losing, and I was crying as Pittsburgh was punting late in the game. My old man was trying to keep my spirits up, but deep down he didn't have much hope until Keith Cash blocked the ensuing punt. Of course, I went crazy and my Dad, knowing how improbable that was, went even more insane. We all know the rest, the Chiefs won in OT.
The Chiefs then beat the Oilers to face the Bills in the AFC Championship, but my Dad couldn't watch it because he had to work in Massachusetts. So, as a little boy, I flipped through the TV Guide and found when the game was on, and sat down to watch. Unfortunately the Chiefs lost, and again I cried, but something bigger was born. My Dad had to stay out of town for weeks at a time when I was little, and so I watched the Chiefs every Sunday by myself, learning the game piece by piece, just so I could have something to talk with him about when he called. I made my parents always buy me the Street & Smith's magazine before every season so I could see any changes in the roster, and so I could memorize our schedule.
When I was seven, my Dad had to take a job in Washington D.C., about 7 hours from our house. We couldn't afford to move down there, so for two years he would come home every other Friday and Saturday before returning to D.C. for work. That was the hardest two years of my life, but looking back those years forged an unconquerable bond between the Chiefs, myself, and my Dad. He would go out every Sunday to see the game at a sports bar, and I would watch the Chiefs whenever they were on, and then NFL Primetime with Chris Berman and Tom Jackson. Afterwords, we would talk about the game, and how we both felt about it.
Looking back, I grew to love the Chiefs because they brought me closer to my father. I always had something to talk about with him, and that meant the world to me. I'm 21 now, and I went to school three hours away. I always came home, every weekend during the football season, to make sure I could watch the Chiefs with him. Damn the parties, some things are just more important.
In life, kids in that situation could go one of two ways. They either resent their Dad for leaving, not understanding he had to, or they look to grow closer to him. Clearly I went with option number two. In the years since, my Dad has grown to be my best friend, and we even took a twenty hour drive to Arrowhead two years ago.
Some say it's just a game, that it is merely a sport for spectation. Those people are wrong. The Chiefs helped me to cope as a kid, and helped my Dad to deal when he was out of town. They helped me to hold on, and to give me something to always look forward to.
I love the Chiefs, and I love my Dad. Go Chiefs.