I Live In Cowtown, But I'm Rooting For Cincinnati

unfortunately, we live in a city that worships the chiefs, or as i refer to them as the chefs. it's hard to take because it's not like they are all that good. but the chiefs players and fans alike think that they are not only superbowl quality, but superbowl bound. the reality is, the defense sucks rocks and the offense is aging. as the adorable one likes to say, their superbowl window is almost closed. which is fine by me. it's bad enough when the losers, i mean the team makes the playoffs, only to lose in the first round.

year after year, it's the same old story. the chiefs make a run at the end of the seaon, people get their hopes up, the town goes into rah-rah mode, and then the other shoe drops as the chiefs blow it. you can set your watch by it, as it's an annual event, no joke.

the sickest part is watching all the white trash funnel into the stadium, clamoring for the $6+ bottle of beer, plus the ever-reverent media that thinks the chefs can do no wrong, despite losing games that they should have easily won (like last year's game against the pitiful Houston Texans and Buffalo Bills, for example). it's tough to take.

the worst of it all is when they interview the players, who routinely insist they are going to the superbowl and are a superbowl-caliber team. it's just not the case. with that in mind, i say "go tigers!" and for god's sake, please obliterate the chefs, as it would be great to start out with a loss at home.

so, call me the anti-fan, because nothing would be better than the chefs sucking it up all season. maybe then the people in this town would get it--the chefs aren't going to the big game any time soon. maybe they could support a real team on the rise. or, just a team that defines the term "team", and oh by the way, won the superbowl.