I’ve been to Kansas City many times. It’s a pretty boring place. Nice houses, good schools, but very little to do. I’ve gotta think, with rare exception, the child raised in Kansas City is the teen itching to leave Kansas City.
As Colin Cowherd rightly noted on his radio show this morning, cities with little excitement are usually home to the most boorish fans. I know this sounds politically incorrect, but it’s pretty much true (Philadelphia being the rare exception). In New York, we’ve got 854,654 other things to focus on than the Jets and Giants. In Kansas City, however, the Chiefs are it. If you love football (as most seem to do) you live and die with the football team. Chiefs win—fan happy. Chiefs lose—fan devastated.
Chiefs player struggles—you hate him.
In case you missed this, in the course of yesterday’s home loss to the Ravens, Chiefs quarterback Matt Cassel was knocked out of the game with what appeared to be a head injury. As he rested, sprawled out on the turf, he was greeted not by silence or sympathetic moans, but by a loud, raucous ovation. Cassel, after all, isn’t a particularly good NFL quarterback. So, naturally, Kansas City’s fans, ahem … eh …. mmm … applauded his suffering.