So who's the our Class Act now?

[Direckshun]

Lost Trent and Shields in the same offseason.

Who's the Classy Chief now?

Is it Kennison? DJ? Waters? Tony?

[Radar Chief]

Jared Allen. Duh.

[Pushead2]

Jared Allen. Duh.
ROFL

I would hope it's someone on D

[Fire Me Boy!]

Bernard Pollard sounded pretty cool the other day on 610.

But probably for now it's Donnie Edwards.

[OnTheWarpath15]

Bernard Pollard sounded pretty cool the other day on 610.

But probably for now it's Donnie Edwards.

DE for sure.

Representing the young guys: Tamba Hali.

[kc rush]

Probably Waters. A smart, community minded veteran and Probowler who has aspirations of moving into a management role (team or league).

[Pneuma]

I agree with DE. Waters is a close second...

[htismaqe]

Tamba Hali

[FAX]

A profound and thought provoking question, Mr. Direckshun.

I would like to nominate Mr. Baby Lee.

FAX

[el borracho]

Just like that you reappear?

[Mile High Mania]

The rookie kicker....

[Skip Towne]

A profound and thought provoking question, Mr. Direckshun.

I would like to nominate Mr. Baby Lee.

FAX
Welcome back!

[FAX]

Just like that you reappear?

I agree that it is somewhat peculiar, Mr. el borracho. I can't stay long, but this is how it happened. Last night, a strange visitor came to me in a dream. He was dressed in shimmering robes of white and his face was glowing like a thousand suns and his hands were like burnished bronze in need of a manicure and he spoke in a voice like thunder originating from distant, snowy peaks or, perhaps, a little like Luciano Pavarotti working on a leaky commode. I call him "Strange Visitor".

Strange Visitor; "FAX."

Me; "Hello?"

Strange Visitor; "FAX ... Hearest thou my voice."

Me; "Huh?"

Strange Visitor; "FAX ... taketh up thy mouse."

Me; "Okay, who are you and why are you speaking in Elizabethan English?"

Strange Visitor; "Art thou a dumbass? I art an angel sent from God."

Me; "Oh. Sorry."

Strange Visitor; "Now wherest wast I? Oh ... FAX. Thou must takest up thy mouse and clicketh."

Me; "Okay ... Clicketh what?"

Strange Visitor; "Takest thou up thy mouse and thy keyboard and thy monitor and makest thee a cup of joe and makest thee a pilgrimage to ChiefsPlanet and, whilst there, observe the news, for great and wondrous events unfoldeth."

Me; "Well, since you're a crazy, burnished angel with a voice like an 14th century, operatic plumber, I'll do it."

Strange Visitor; "And so it shall be done according to the will of God. By the way, doest thou have any Triscuits? I mean, the low fat kind? And, howest about some cheese?"

And, that's how it all happened.

FAX

[JBucc]

Tamba and Brody

[DaFace]

ROFL Good to hear from you FAX.

[Deberg_1990]

Jeff Terrell, no doubt about it.

[StcChief]

Several vets with class
Waters
Croyle once he becomes QB. Leader needs to show class

Donnie Edwards
Tambi Hali
Law/Surtain

[Wile_E_Coyote]

Herm

[pikesome]

Donnie and Tamba. Brodie stands a good chance but I want to see him suffer through a few games before he's anointed.

[ChiefsCountry]

Well if we are talking about off the field I would say Brodie Croyle.

[Frankie]

I agree that it is somewhat peculiar, Mr. el borracho. I can't stay long, but this is how it happened. Last night, a strange visitor came to me in a dream. He was dressed in shimmering robes of white and his face was glowing like a thousand suns and his hands were like burnished bronze in need of a manicure and he spoke in a voice like thunder originating from distant, snowy peaks or, perhaps, a little like Luciano Pavarotti working on a leaky commode. I call him "Strange Visitor".

Strange Visitor; "FAX."

Me; "Hello?"

Strange Visitor; "FAX ... Hearest thou my voice."

Me; "Huh?"

Strange Visitor; "FAX ... taketh up thy mouse."

Me; "Okay, who are you and why are you speaking in Elizabethan English?"

Strange Visitor; "Art thou a dumbass? I art an angel sent from God."

Me; "Oh. Sorry."

Strange Visitor; "Now wherest wast I? Oh ... FAX. Thou must takest up thy mouse and clicketh."

Me; "Okay ... Clicketh what?"

Strange Visitor; "Takest thou up thy mouse and thy keyboard and thy monitor and makest thee a cup of joe and makest thee a pilgrimage to ChiefsPlanet and, whilst there, observe the news, for great and wondrous events unfoldeth."

Me; "Well, since you're a crazy, burnished angel with a voice like an 14th century, operatic plumber, I'll do it."

Strange Visitor; "And so it shall be done according to the will of God. By the way, doest thou have any Triscuits? I mean, the low fat kind? And, howest about some cheese?"

And, that's how it all happened.

FAX
ROFL ROFL ROFL
Somebody please chain Mr. FAX to his keyboard.

[crazycoffey]

NICE ONE, Mr. Fax!!!!! :clap:

[Dr. Johnny Fever]

I agree that it is somewhat peculiar, Mr. el borracho. I can't stay long, but this is how it happened. Last night, a strange visitor came to me in a dream. He was dressed in shimmering robes of white and his face was glowing like a thousand suns and his hands were like burnished bronze in need of a manicure and he spoke in a voice like thunder originating from distant, snowy peaks or, perhaps, a little like Luciano Pavarotti working on a leaky commode. I call him "Strange Visitor".

Strange Visitor; "FAX."

Me; "Hello?"

Strange Visitor; "FAX ... Hearest thou my voice."

Me; "Huh?"

Strange Visitor; "FAX ... taketh up thy mouse."

Me; "Okay, who are you and why are you speaking in Elizabethan English?"

Strange Visitor; "Art thou a dumbass? I art an angel sent from God."

Me; "Oh. Sorry."

Strange Visitor; "Now wherest wast I? Oh ... FAX. Thou must takest up thy mouse and clicketh."

Me; "Okay ... Clicketh what?"

Strange Visitor; "Takest thou up thy mouse and thy keyboard and thy monitor and makest thee a cup of joe and makest thee a pilgrimage to ChiefsPlanet and, whilst there, observe the news, for great and wondrous events unfoldeth."

Me; "Well, since you're a crazy, burnished angel with a voice like an 14th century, operatic plumber, I'll do it."

Strange Visitor; "And so it shall be done according to the will of God. By the way, doest thou have any Triscuits? I mean, the low fat kind? And, howest about some cheese?"

And, that's how it all happened.

FAX
ROFL

****er drops by and outposts everyone with one mighty blow.

[Easy 6]

A profound and thought provoking question, Mr. Direckshun.

I would like to nominate Mr. Baby Lee.

FAX

The FAX is back!!!

Free loaves of bread & Triscuits for all!!!

[B_Ambuehl]

Waters
Wiegmann
Jason Dunn

[ClevelandBronco]

GoChiefs.

[greg63]

Kennison.

[BigRedChief]

I've met Tony G on several occasions and found him to be very friendly and down to earth. He's been active in the local charities. As a matter of fact he's putting on a local football camp this week for underprivildged kids this weekend for free. http://tonygonzalez88.com/home.htm

He only lives here in KC during the season and I've heard of him being surley to autograph seekers. But I've never seen it.

[bogie]

There once was a stranger named FAX...

[Splat420]

Probably Waters. A smart, community minded veteran and Probowler who has aspirations of moving into a management role (team or league).

He gets my vote for sure.

[LOCOChief]

Croyle, I think the guy worked at a youth camp ran by his father.

[big nasty kcnut]

dJ