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Fantasy: Packing my Chiefs t-shirt and Tony G.-autographed ballcap into my regulation Riddell Chiefs helmet, dousing it all in gasoline, rolling up on Clark's Highland Park mansion, igniting the gear and hurling it through the front window into his living room (and then hightailing it back north of 635). He's allowing the franchise --- his team --- burn down on his watch.
Reality: In the incredibly unlikely event that I would ever run into him down here, I would politely introduce myself as a transplanted Kansas Citian who has been a lifelong fan and offer my unsolicited advice that he give somebody else the chance to be general manager (which would likely result in better drafting, head coach picking and starting QB issues).
If you end up going ahead with the flyers, watch out for those HP police officers; they'll probably ticket you for littering ...
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