Originally Posted by Rain Man
I lost religion in 1972. I was nine years old and my parents made me go to church, and I had to ride home on the church bus. I would never get home until the first quarter of the Chiefs game was over, and sometimes even missed an entire half. I decided that I could not worship a god who would let that happen.
The Chiefs always provided me with a more rewarding emotional outlet than anything else, hence they superseded any religious (and sexual) needs.
Makes a lot of sense looking back.
The Chiefs will finish 5-11, Alex Smith will play horribly, and Geno and I will cackle with glee while he burns Kansas City.
Originally Posted by Mavericks Ace
I may be brain dead who knows.