You know, this was an opening day for the books my friends.  I could give you so many reasons, I just don’t know where to start.  Actually, I do.  It starts with the game so let’s get this over with.  On September 20, 2009, for the third year in a row, the Oakland Raiders defeated the Kansas City Chiefs on their own turf, for their home opener.

The crowd was there.  The owner was there.  The Cheerleaders had on new outfits, and the Warthog’s were closer to my bald head than they have ever been.  It was amazing.  In every sense of the word.  Thanks to ALL of those who made it possible.

What?  You expect me to start bitching about the game?  You want me to point out our 409 yards of offense and only 10 scored points?  I bet your thinking I am going to bring up the lost opportunity to score at the end of the first half, or maybe the penalty against Wallace Gillberry.  Maybe you think I haven’t forgotten about the play with Monty Beisel and Jackie Battle on special teams?  Or maybe you think that I overlooked the shaky performance from Matt Cassel and was wishing for good ole’ number 12 to hit the field?

If you thought any of these things, and are just waiting for me to get out my violin, I am sorry to disappoint you.  I wont be discussing coaching errors, or player errors, or missed plays, turnovers, penalties, or especially “what if’s “.

Nope.  Today I am going to serve some reminders of why the Kansas City Chiefs are, IN FACT, the greatest team in this troubled land.  Not Koolaid, Facts.  That’s right folks.  These are the facts.

The temperature was amazing.  The clouds cleared at about 9:30 in the morning. The sun burnt this bald head like it was a magnifying glass and I couldn’t be happier with my color.  Chiefman and his staff saved they day.  They fed us a feast that I just wanted to take pictures of.  Hailgunther gave his wife a new jersey.  One that all of us would like to own.  The ChiefinAdel made some of his smoked bacon.  It was just as delish as last time.  The Lady in Red served Champagne and she also served “The Raiders SUCK” to anyone in the silver and black.  The Coach stopped to say Hi, just like the Autodrummer and many more.

Make no mistake about folks this is a family.  A family that wins together and a family that loses together.  A family that cooks together, and cleans together, and a family that misses one of it’s own, when the RazorChief is sick.  A family that Cheers when a Husband gives a gift to a wife, and a family that get’s goose bumps the same when the Warthogs fly over their head.

We love our family, and we love our football team.  That is what makes HomeofheChiefs so special my dear friends.  We are a family who loves their football team.

We are not a big group of Chief fans that gripe, or complain when we get beat by the faid.  Were not a magazine that sells you false rumors, and tends to get you cranky at times.  Were not a bunch of experts who think they know everything, and WE ARE NOT going to speak badly of our football team when it takes a tough loss at home.  Nope, were just going to get ready for the Giants in two weeks, you can write that down.