In my fantasy, spittle flies from Todd Haley’s mouth, rage flashes in his eyes and the walls quiver in fright along with 53 players inside Cleveland Browns Stadium. Haley’s anger lights up Kansas City’s locker room like Arrowhead on a Monday Night. Players responsible for first-half mistakes are bombarded by pure, seething fury, expletives dropping like nuclear bombs. Those who escape the blast count their blessings and avoid eye contact with their head coach. Now deathly afraid of further embarrassing their head coach and energized by the molten hot fear of God pulsating through their veins, the Chiefs emerge from halftime with one focus – domination of the Cleveland Browns, resulting in a 2-0 record and proof they can win rain or shine, home or away. So emboldened, the Chiefs translate Haley’s vitriol into victory. But it’s only a fantasy.