I have reading this blog all season and it appears to me that we have a situation we have to address. Consider this an intervention if you will. Now I want you all to know that I love and respect all the members of my Chiefs family, even though I real don't know any of you past what I read here.
The point I am trying to make is that if I didn't care I would not be taking the time to post this. I just want all of us to be a healthier and happier fan base because I truly believe that we deserve that.
OK here goes, I think, myself included, suffer from PTCSD. It is a little recognized and poorly diagnosed disorder that seems to mostly localized to the midwest but there have reported cases from Alaska to Germany. The acronym stands for Post Traumatic Chiefs Season Syndrome Disorder. It has several key features that differentiate it from other traumatic disorders which include, predictable regular episodes on a weekly basis, starting with an almost bipolar pattern of euphoria on Monday mornings that rapidly deteriorate to paranoiac episodes lasing from seconds to days. By Fridays the Euphoria returns and last about 24 hours until Saturday evening. The the sufferer experiences insomnia, accompanied by either anorexia or binge eating. By Sunday morning the patient goes into full blown manic phase characterized by incinerating large amounts of Beef, Pork, Chicken, and other unfortunate wildlife that crosses his path that morning. ( there have been a few possums and aardvarks that been sacrificed on a brazier that has been placed in a parking lot) and also the ingestion of copious amounts of alcohol of all kinds at all temperatures.
The culmination of the episode takes place in any number of settings. It can be in their home in front of the TV. It can be at a local tavern that has NFL ticket. It is said that in Kansas City itself that many that suffer of this pernicious disorder gather together in a large public venue to watch the root cause of their shared misery.
How can you know if you have a loved one that suffers in something that really has no relationship to silence at all. Look for these symptoms. Do they spend an inordinate time with a computer or smart phone allegedly arguing with other people he/she calls friends but has never met and wouldn't be able to pick out of a police line up of various llamas and assorted quadrupeds. Do they spontaneously scream out things like "C'mon Alex, at least try not to suck." or Damn you worthless McClusterfuck! Damn you straight to hell", It can also reflective of adoration, like "I don't care how it sounds but I love me some breaded giant." or "JC I want to have your twins!"
As of this moment there is no known treatment but it is speculated that moving to a deserted island without any internet or DTV service may be the only option.
If you just look inside yourself you may recognize someone you know (maybe yourself) and hopefully understand the predicament they present. It is not their fault. They need help. Maybe even a franchise quarterback for Christ sake. Is that too much to ask? Or more running plays, would it kill them to get the ball to Charles behind some decent blocking, and don't get me starting on throwing downfield. Mother of God why don't they see that holding on Hali every effing play. GD zebras.