My response to the idea that if we sign Andy Reid he will bring Michael Vick along with him.

I became a Chiefs fan at the age of 12. It was my big sister's fault. You see, my Dad was not a football fan. But my sister, like every other girl in America in the summer of 69, was madly in love with Joe Namath. So every Sunday that fall we got to watch football, just in case Broadway Joe might be on. And living in W. Central Missouri, it meant there were a lot of Chiefs games on.

Imagine your first exposure to professional football, and the home team is the 69 Chiefs. I can still name all 22 starters from memory. I thought that was the way things were supposed to be, that the Chiefs would be champions every year. Little did I know. I thought we would get there again in 71. It was such a heart breaker to be on the losing end of the longest game ever played.

Then came the dark years. Luckily, I moved away and didn't watch most of it. Just saw the scores on the news and in the paper. But I will never forget my physical when I enlisted in the Army in late 74. There is a room full of guys in our underware. The Doc walks in and announces that the Chiefs traded Jan Stenerud. You never saw such a collection of shocked faces. Then he comes out with "They traded him for Linda Lovelace because she doesn't choke on the long one's." Once it sunk in there was a collective sigh of relief.

I moved to KC in 82. The strike year. But we knew there was finally a ray of hope. We had one of the brightest young stars in football in Joe Delaney. When we lost him the following summer I cried like a baby.

More darkness followed. Arrowhead was never more than about half full. You could walk up on game day and get tickets. I sat there and watched Todd Blackledge throw 6 picks against the LA Rams. It was a long time before I went back. TV was blacked out a lot but there was always Lenny and Co. on the radio.

In the late 80's and early 90's we became Chiefs again. Carl, Marty, DT, Neil Smith. You know the names. When we traded for Joe Montana I swear this girl I worked with had an orgasm, at work, on the clock. Hell, I was close to following her lead. Somehow, it just never happened for us again. I was married when we lost DT. My wife had never seen me cry like that, and probably hasn't since.

There was one last hurrah for the old gang with Vermiel. And we slowly descended back into the darkness. A lot of us thought we were crawling back out at the beginning of this year. Only to have our hearts torn out again.

Clark, please. Do what you have to do. Find the coach you think we need. Fire Pioli, keep him. I don't really care. I am sure you will make the right choice.

But please, whatever you do, do not let Michael Vick ever become a member of the Chiefs, in any capacity whatsoever. I know he did his time and everyone deserves a second chance. But if it happens, I'm done. Nothing in the last 43 years has driven me away. If that slug ever becomes a part of the family count me out. That's it.

When baseball didn't have a world series in 94 I walked away. I have never been to a MLB game and I have never even watched it on TV since. I suppose I am just a hard headed old fart. You probably won't miss me. I will miss my Chiefs. It will hurt like hell. But you will have to carry on without me.