I watched this mess, for awhile. Then I went to church with my family. But I came back, and there was still time so I watched some more. I hate that I keep watching. About 4 minutes, Colts in the red zone, game on the line, touchdown to Reggie Wayne on the end line. Enduring memory of the play will be Eric Berry standing flat-footed, useless, back to the play, looking stupidly at Wayne as he caught a perfectly thrown ball. Perhaps a pro bowl safety might have sniffed the pass to the best receiver on the other team, maybe shadowed him into the end zone and, saints allow, left his god damned feet to maybe, who knows, defend the pass? Not to be.
Then, they just gave up. There have been times, over 50 years of following this team, when I have questioned their heart. But never, before today, have I ever actually believed that they truly do not care. This group of players who pretend to call themselves Chiefs do not care.
When it was 3rd and 8 with less than 2 minutes to go, having already tried a pathetic under route for 5 or something, and having run Jamaal off tackle in a 'who gives a shit' moment, the call had to have come in, "run Hillis on a wrap around draw." Or whatever super secret nobody can know signal they have for that.
This is where the quarterback I want comes into play. Instead of Brady Milktoast, I dream of a real QB. The kind of QB who says, in this exact situation, Fuck That. I need 90 yards and we have no timeouts. Draw? Are you kidding me? I'm going downfield. You skinny guys with 80's on your jerseys, run and keep running. Look for the ball and go to it. Catch it. God dammit... All the other teams seem to understand. Why don't we?
That last 3-snap possession was disgraceful. Brady Quinn is a coward. A football player would have listened to the half-assed play called into his helmet and said, "No. We're gonna try to win this game. " But he ran the play he was told to run, and the season ended exactly the way it started. Hopelessly. Lenny wouldn't have done it, but then Hank wouldn't have told him to give up.
I wish someone would ask Romeo, and Quinn, and Eric Berry, and Tomba and all the rest of them exactly when it was that they decided to stop playing football, and just take their paychecks. These guys don't know anything about Chiefs football. I'd like to see any one of our offensive linemen square off against Willie Lanier. I'd like to see any of our linebackers try to tackle Mike Garrett or Curtis McClinton or Ed Podolak. Those were guys who ran for a purpose, who cared about their team and who played for the pure joy of playing. Is there a defensive back on this team who could cover Otis Taylor? Who could push the middle and collapse a pocket like the great Samoan and who could put a swim move on a left tackle and strip ol' horseface like 58?
Our problem is that we care more about our team than our players do. I was 8 years old when I saw my first Chiefs game in Municipal Stadium. I've seen them win, and I've seen them lose. I never saw them give up.
Today, they gave up. I don't know what to do about that.