[InChiefsHeaven]

Not really a football story, but here goes.

Back in 2000, I went to see the Chiefs in preseason play the Jags. My neighbor, a big Anti-Chiefs (but a great guy nonetheless) got tickets for free, and offered one to me. There was 4 of us and I was the only Chiefs fan there. The whole trip down (3 hours or so from Omaha) they were giving me hell. They came up with a little jingle and everything. This was the same time as that "who let the dogs out" song was big, so they were singing "who let the Jags score...chiefs, chiefs, chiefs, chiefs..." A-holes. Anyway we get to the game, and sho- 'nuff, the jags hand us our asses. They were singing that stupid song the whole time, I was sure we were going to get into a fight. But they wound up making friends with most of the people around us. Here is the truly important part of the story:

The game ended and I had been drinking quite a bit. (Beer was only 5.00 each then, so 20.00 bought a round for all...) Anyway, I wanted to go down to the wall to get as close to the field as I could. Once down there, I said something to the effect that if I could just get out on that field once, I'd be happy. One of the anti-Chief bastardos said "So, jump over real quick, and come back. We'll pull you up. Just like this" and he jumps over the wall, trots out on the field to the end zone (only like 10 yards) turns around and comes back. Well, I'd be damned if some Chief hater was gonna do that, so I toss my drunk ass over the side, ran out to the end zone and looked up. It was the most glorious view ever. My buddies started screaming for me to come back. I didn't hear them. They start pounding on the wall and screaming, and my trance is broken. I start to run back and actually thought I would make it. But drunk white men can't jump. I jumped laughing like an idiot and my buddies grabbed me, but the large gorrilla security guard that was chasing me jumped higher, had me around the neck and wrenched me off of the wall. He tossed me and I stumbled, and he tackled me in the endzone (which was actually pretty cool now that I think of it...) Now I'm not laughing anymore.

Long and short, he jacked me up pretty good. He told me I was tresspassing and that I was going to jail etc...then once we were off the field he told me to leave and not to do anything that stupid again. I promised him I wouldn't. And so far I've kept that promise, and as long as beer costs a small fortune at the stadium, I will keep that promise.