HATS OFF TO THE KANSAS CITY CHIEFS

Much has been written, and even more has been said, about the murder-suicide ordeal that the Kansas City Chiefs have had to deal with.  The lousy 2-10 season is one thing, but this latest off-the-field travesty is obviously something else entirely.  All I can say is hat's off to the Kansas City Chiefs' organization and their fans.

ARMCHAIR QB Kansas City Football Mesh Hats
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KC CHIEFS JOVAN BELCHER GOT A GUN

There has been a lot of speculation on what drove KansasCity Chiefs linebacker Jovan Belcher to murder his girlfriend Kasandra Perkins, and then to take his own life.  If there is one saving grace in this travesty, at least his 3-month old daughter and her grandmother escaped the carnage, alive to be counted among those questioning his actions. 

A lot of what I've read this morning is focused on the suicide, the final words exchanged with head coach Romeo Crennel and general manager Scott Pioli. The coverage is all about the "...starting linebacker", how difficult it must be playing on team with the worst record in the NFL, and how Belcher was a "...great, great, great, great teammate".  None of it very surprising, all of it nauseating enough to make you want to burp, belch, and puke.

Jovan Belcher was mad, plain and simple.  We've all been there.  We've all been spit-fire mad.  Mad enough to beat the crap out of someone.  Mad enough, we imagine, to kill.  What saves us?  A modicum of restraint.  That's what.  We suck it up and get a hold of our emotions and hope to hell there isn't a kitchen knife, frying pan, or lethal instrument at arm's length.  Seems pretty clear to me.  In the final analysis it wasn't anger management or a steroid induced rage.  This probably, unwittingly, had more to do with the NFL gangsta mentality.  Owning a piece is seemingly just part of the deal.  Part of being a professional athlete.  

This is probably over simplifying things a bit, but it's the gun, stupid.  Plain and simple.  Jovan Belcher went and got it.

Later, out of extreme regret and remorse, he ended it.

Kansas City Armchair Quarterback Plate
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THE KANSAS CITY ARMCHAIR QUARTERBACK TOWEL

Yesterday when I got home from work, my daughter informed me that our dog was celebrating his birthday. Great.  Naturally, I neglected to bring him home a present.

Not sure how old Chief is, but sadly he's getting up there in age.  He is a big white greyhound and lab mix, and although he hasn't shown obvious signs of old age, the subject makes my wife and daughter a little sad.  Me too, I admit.  Chief and I have watched a lot of games together, chuggin' down beers in good times and in bad.  Over the years he's ruined a couple of remotes and deflated an official NFL football.  One identified by the "Official Size and Weight" declaration on the side and hefty price tag, especially since it met it's demise as an expensive chew toy.  Can't say I blame him.  Seems he's always loved the excitement and pure emotion of NFL 'Game Day'.

Old Chief has enjoyed lapping up the suds from my beer, often plunging his tongue into my brew, and making a mess in the process.  With his advancing years, I'm afraid I'm going to need a special rag for sopping up the spills on game day.  Although we're fans of our hometown Pittsburgh Steelers and not the Kansas City Chiefs, I may have to purchase a Kansas City Armchair Quarterback kitchen towel in honor of our dog.  He was really named for  Art Rooney, the patriarch of the Steelers, but his ears always perk up whenever he hears someone referring to the team from Kansas City.  Anyway, the unintended association is one that I will fondly remember, long after he and I have watched our last game together, and shared our last beer.

Got a similar situation? Then go get yourself an Armchair Quarterback towel too.  They are advertised as kitchen towels, double as rally towels, and soak up beer spills as well as tears.

Kansas City Armchair Quarterback Kitchen Towel 
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