I have never written a fan post. Forgive me, I am not a writer but I need some form of therapy so I'm giving it a shot.
I woke up at 5:45 Saturday morning. I am NOT a morning person but when that alarm went off I looked at my wife and said "We've got a game to win." I had only been able to make it to the Texans game this year so I justified the $1000+ dollars I spent on 6th row seats at Lucas Oil Stadium for me and 2 buddies(right behind the Chiefs sideline). I could care less about the 6 hour drive or that I only slept for 4 hours because I was too excited, I was going to be there for that win... The first playoff win since I was 10 years old.
Walked into an Indy pub around 1:00. There are few bonds like being in enemy territory and seeing other Chiefs fans. Doesn't matter who they are, you instantly love them... It could be that annoying guy from work or the dude who stole your girl in HS... Doesn't matter, you two are now brothers... It's that strong.
Got into the stadium about an hour before kickoff... Dexter was taking a picture on the field with a little girl. I acted like a little girl and ran to the railing until he came over and gave me and my buddies a high five. He said something along the lines of "we need you guys today". WOW... I was right! They do need me! I am going to help bring this team to victory.
From the opening kick off there was a good vibe... quite a few Chiefs fans/families around us, guys looked loose, we all screamed "And the home of the CHIEFS!!!!!!!". I KNEW we were making the long snowy trek home with a victory.
You ever have those dreams when you wake up and immediately try to fall back asleep because you want to be back in that world? That was my REAL life for 2.5 quarters. Every new score I would run down a few rows and high five the random Chiefs fans. The hits kept coming... I'm pretty sure my friend and I were involved in a 3-way hug with Brandon Flowers dad at one point(later on when he was injured, players kept coming over and updating him).
I never felt totally safe though. It must be in our KC DNA. I mean surely even the Chiefs can't blow a 38-10 lead, right?. 38-10 in the second half... in the NFL that means over. See you next season Colts...
I'm not going to even get into how we blew it... we did... my heart was ripped from my body. My real life dream ended in the nightmare that is the life of a Kansas City fan. I saw the joy of those Colts fans. Joy is not the word... ecstasy? extreme elation? They were on a drug that I have never experienced.
I am a pretty nice guy. I've never been in a fight and treat people well for the most part. That said.....I hate the Indianapolis Colts right now. I hate their city... I hate their fans... I hate the stupid F*#king song they play after every touchdown "I don't want to work, I just want to bang on this drum all day"...so lame. They do not deserve it... They don't care as much as we do. The passion wasn't there like at Arrowhead but neither was the fear, when they were down 38-10 some girl in front of me was mouthing about how she had some tissues for me for after the game... I never thought I would actually need them.
No matter what I say... I'll be back next year. I am pathetic. We all are. We are hopeless addicts that can not quit this thing that is terrible for our health.
I hope next year is THE year.
I hope the Royals are great this year.
I hope the Patriots embarrass the Colts.
I hope I can fall asleep tonight without hearing "I don't wanna work... I just wanna bang on this drum all day"