[InChiefsHeaven]

From a couple days ago in another thread, regarding weather or not we'd be competative on MNF at the Pats:

I'll be drunk. Telling myself that I don't care. Telling myself to expect a loss. Telling myself we will have another really good low draft pick in 2012. Then Palko will throw a 10 yarder to Bowe who will scamper for another 15 yards, and I'll put my drink down and lean forward towards the TV. Then the next play, Battle will get 4 yards up the middle, and I'll nod looking intently at the screen. Then the next play, Palko finds McCluster in the flat who scamper for another 12 yards, and I clap my hands intensely and say out loud "That's what I'm talkin' about fellas...Comeon!!" Then the drive ends and we kick a field goal, and I think "we can win this. We CAN win this! COME ON CHIEFS!". Then I pour another drink.

...3 hours later after the Chiefs are totally destroyed I'll be in my garage angrily smoking a cigarette and swearing incoherently at the TV listening to Jaws and Chucky slob all over Brady's knob.

...then I'll do it all over again the next week. I love my Chiefs, even if they hate me.

****, I hate being right. This is exactly what I predicted...for the most part.