Given all of the world-class Sturm und Drang we’re being buried under these days – hurricanes, earthquakes, politics, threat of nuclear Armageddon, the new television season – tonight was a night to celebrate one of the simple pleasures, the start of the NFL season.
For those who have been around, it’s not a secret that I’m a lifelong KC Chiefs fan. Tonight we had the opening game of the season against the Super Bowl champion New England Patriots, on the road in Massachusetts. None of the “pundits” gave us a chance.
As a fan, one of the joys of being back in KC for the eclipse two weeks ago was being able to stock up on gear. I’m not sure it’s kosher to go full football fan on them at the office so the more garish and outlandish paraphernalia was left at home, but I did manage to sneak in a new (and wonderfully garish) pair of Chiefs socks.
Down in the garage, I had Hissy fitted out with her new flag – I was of course dressed in red and gold for the day.
We’ll see how long the flag lasts before some subhuman Raiders fan (like there are any other kinds!) tears it off and desecrates it.
It was a full and busy day at the office so despite my best intentions, I didn’t make it home until halftime. But for the record, we kicked their asses, 42-27.
I know that it’s “just sports,” in the big scheme of things it’s just a game, we could in theory go 1-15 on the season (but now we can still go 16-0 also!), and years from now it won’t matter a millionth as much as what’s going on with the hurricanes, earthquakes, politics, or whatever.
On the other hand, these days you have to take your cheap thrills where you can find them. It was a great night to be a Chiefs fan.