Share your 'Where I was' Kansas City Chiefs memory

Since it is the offseason and I'm tired of writing articles about Alex Smith, the NFL Draft and Andy Reid, I thought we would have a little fun.

Every fan, regardless of their age, has memories of their favorite team that range from incredibly enjoyable to the equivalent of water torture. As a 25-year-old, some of my favorite moments include Joe Montana slaying John Elway and the Denver Broncos on Monday night in 1994, multiple playoff losses, and the time the Chiefs won for Trent Green's father.

So, what is your most memorable Chiefs-related moment? What is that game or play that you will remember exactly where you were and who you were with?

For me, it is sadly the 1993 AFC Championship game. I was only 5-years-old, but I was drawn in hook, line, and sinker that season. I fell in love with the Chiefs and desperately wanted to see Montana lead Kansas City to a Super Bowl. I was always into the history of the league, and I was well aware the team hadn't gone to the big game since 1969.

Usually my Dad and I watch every game together, but this time he was working out of town. I was at home in my living room, watching the game on our old TV that also served as furniture with a finished wood top. The screen could not have been more than 18 inches.

Throughout the game, I laid on my stomach within five feet of the screen. My Mom sat next to me, with nothing more than the interests of her young son at heart. My mom probably could not point out one player, except Montana. Everybody knows Joe Montana.

I remember the Chiefs falling behind 7-0, then kicking a field goal and Bennie Thompson forcing a fumble on the ensuing kickoff. Kansas City recovered but could only muster a field goal, making it 7-6. From there, the Bills responded with a pair of touchdowns.

Trailing 20-6, the Chiefs were inside Buffalo's 10-yard line and Montana threw a perfect pass to Kimble Anders. He would have walked in. Instead, the sure-handed back clanked it, and Henry Jones was there to make a 5-year-old in New York cry. Even as a novice fan, I knew the game was likely over.

Of course, we know the rest. Montana was knocked out with a concussion and the Bills went on to the Super Bowl. I remember laying on the carpet and crying, telling my Mom the Chiefs would never get back to this point. It felt crushing even for a little kid. Unfortunately, I was right.

Maybe this year that will change. Both the 5-year-old and 25-year-old version of myself would love to see it.