Welcome to Donkey week. Chiefs - Broncos. Elway gets to revisit the scene of his many nightmares (Do you still hear those footsteps John?)
It's especially heated now that one of my own has found it plausible to entertain one from the other side (note I didn't say dark side - that's farther west; besides, that's not happening. Ever).
What this post is all about is that relationship and how it actually might have become a blessing in disguise.
If you have no idea what I'm talking about (it has been a while I know), then head over to here first for a little more history of "my trade" with the enemy
the results after the jump.
This is the trade bait. An authentic Derrick Thomas autographed ball ALSO signed by John Elway.
And this is the target. A 1973 signed Kansas City Chiefs team ball. (put up or shut up? -just for you Nanz)
Would you trade one for the other? The poll results from my first post showed a pretty even split. All of you GM wanna-be's made good arguments for both. Maybe this sounds like the draft-day room?
In any event, the trade didn't happen. It just flat out wasn't meant to be. Some are that way. No one brought a better offer to the table. I had the goods in hand to make it all go down. WTF?
And then, the little bastard just gave me the ball. Nothing needed in return. No approvals to date my daughter, no transfer to an account in the Cayman's, no trade-to-be-named-later, no quid-pro-quo. Just..... boom. Ball. '73.
And a thanks for letting him go to Arrowhead with a bunch of forever Chief fans who all have the same last name. I guess the moral of the story has me a little humbled. That someone can still do something nice in this world for another human being without wanting anything in return. And say Thank You. He knew how much it would mean to me. They didn't teach that in business school. The IRS doesn't see it that way. They don't practice that in Oakland.
I suppose that being a Bronco fan isn't that bad after all????? Not a chance! If the little schmuck marries my baby someday, I figure I will have till my dying breath to get him over to our side. Speaking of which, I will have to modify the terms of my will to leave that ball to my baby (and her Chief-fan husband!?).
Oh, and in case you are wondering, I did thank him for the ball on the spot. I only got teary-eyed after he had left the room.