Originally Posted by milkman (Post 6088585)

Twas the night beofre the Raiders
And all through the house

I was screaming and cursing
And scaring My spouse
The TV and Tivo were set for the game
In hopes that Cassel and Flowers weren't lame

This night I would go to my bed
With dreams of a Chiefs win in my head
But concern that a win would be hard
And Raider fans would call me a 'tard

When friends ask "What does it matter?"
My angered response causes them to scatter
"Away from the crazy man" they say
We'll just wait to talk to him another day

I can not say how happy I'll be
If the Chiefs just win, even just by three
7 points, 10 points, 13 points or more
Would have me floating off the floor

Todd Haley must find the tools
To put a hurtin' on those fools
Cassel, or Croyle, must hit some passes
And the defens has to pound some asses

When the game is over, and the Chiefs have won
We can all drink and party, and have some fun
Then as the day continoes to pass
We can all exclaim "We beat that ass".

Originally Posted by milkman (Post 6088791)

Really?

I'd rather drink Hamms (do they still even brew Hamms) than Coors, or Coors Light.

Originally Posted by Pestilence (Post 6088527)

Try living up by Oakland.

Originally Posted by denverdanchiefsfan (Post 6089425)

No shit. My wife and I were living in San Fran when they announced they were moving back to Oakland. The freaks came out of the walls. So glad we moved to Vegas that year and didn't have to put of with those assholes.

Originally Posted by EyePod (Post 6089436)

Wow, there's less freaks in Vegas? Crazy..