I miss hating the Broncos.
Some fans will say ,"that should be built in to your blood and soul".
Well no shit, Beavis. Thank you for that enlightening reality.
These teams and perspectives have changed. They've changed from the inside
. That older and magnificent dynamic has been diluted.
Yeah, you hate and want
to hate, and pray for the day you can hate with full vengeance, but you have no ammunition to fire your hate with.
And why is this so?
It is so, because you're at the bottom of the barrel.
And I don't mean draft picks, talent, or the lack thereof. What I refer to is a solid, grounded understanding of the War Philosophy that defines Chiefs Football Against The Mother****ing World.
We currently lie so dead, that Herm's victory against the Broncos at Arrowhead looks like Salvation wrapped in Deliverance. We want and crave that day of the turning tide so ****ing bad, we're willing to overlook or go along with this current regime's desperate, shuffle-fix madness.
I'll admit that the ongoing scouting for talent is a refreshing change from the last Administration's complacency.
Hell, a dog licking his dick in the noonday sun comprises thrice the effort of Carl Peterson at this juncture in the season.
But for someone who walked in the door and proclaimed, "I build teams, NOT individuals", I daresay this mother****er has in fact NOT learned how to build a team. Or at the very least; he's having one monkey-****ing fit of a time applying what he studied at the foot of his Master.
When I see Brandon Flowers sporting a look of pure disgust and hate after losing to the Cowboys, and I see Brandon Albert getting beat down and looking out of place after an outstanding rookie year; I'm going to ask some hard mother****ing questions about where people's heads are at.
I am going to pound that bald mother****er until his awards melt to base metals, or until he wakes the **** up and realizes that he is IN FACT in a whole new world and that his incestuous, East Coast/Parcells connections are not going to save his ass.
Boy better wake the **** up and realize where he's at and where he stands.
Oh, and eat this dick: