How long has it been since Friday was exciting for more than just the possibility of getting ham-boned on cheap beer and making out with a boob-tattoed waitress from Chilis?
(What? You never what? Well, excuse me, Mr. Fancy Pants.)
Redneckery aside, I'm so excited that the Chiefs are on the rise, and everyone knows it. Even the people not picking us for the playoffs yet have to admit the strides this team has taken. I love winning, because it cannot be refuted, argued with, or disproven. Winners win. That's what they do.
Like being a writer. You can talk talk talk, but until you put pen to page, you're not a writer. Until you put that notch in the win column, it means nothing.
The Indianapolis Colts fanbase has already had to rationalize away TWO losses. KC hasn't had to do that. We haven't had to go looking for excuses or figure out what went wrong. That's a pretty outstanding feeling, and man oh man I hope we carry it.
If we don't win in Indy, my brain tells me that it's okay. The Patriots, the Steelers, the Ravens - none of these teams are expected to go into Indy and beat the Colts. Neither are we.
Great, fine, whatever.
LET'S GO WIN. That's all bullcrap. We don't need to accept any reason for a loss. Win. Win now. Win forever. That's what I want from the team, and that's (I expect) what Haley is telling this team. 3 wins means nothing if it comes with 13 losses. Keep winning.
Let's go get em.