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I say every year that I'm going to get my Sundays back yet there I am, a permanent fixture on the sofa watching the Chiefs do Chiefly things.
As a kid, I remember my dad working in the basement listening to the game on the radio while he worked on home improvement projects. Of course, the games were blacked out in the middle 70s.
Somehow, I always manage to forget how frustrated and fed up I am and give into hope that this year will somehow be different.
Last night was the first game I've watched without throwing down a six pack or more of beer. It was a lot easier to spend the time reading CP posts than getting pissed at the poor play of the Chiefs.
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