Chris_Tanaka's Blog

Remember that candy bar commercial that aired a few years ago?  In it, the Chiefs field attendant winds up misspelling "CHIEFS" in the endzone with his paint gun, incorrectly spelling "CHEFS".

That commercial is practically real lif in Kansas City these days---it's that bad.  This team is attrocious.  They'll be starting their fourth quarterback of the season on Sunday.  Thursday in the Broncos locker room, Dre Bly had no idea who was starting, and who was sitting...and I don't blame him.  Gone are the days of Christian Okoye and Barry Word.  Marcus Allen is no longer paying back the Raiders one touchdown at a time.  John Alt, the boulder sized man at left tackle, is a distant memory.  Derrick Thomas is in a better place.  Marty Schottenheimer is gone, too. 

There is no gleam, men.

In a way, it's sad to see ANY once proud franchise sink this low (paging Daniel Snyder).  However, in the NFL---"sad" can be defined as the fleeting look of emotion a vulture gives a carcass before tearing into it's innards.

The Broncos could care less about the plight of the Chiefs.  The offense is going to try to hang half a hundred on KC's D.  The Broncos defense will try to solve it's early season woes.  Odds are, both units will succeed in some capacity.

 I'm thinking this is a 42-6 type score.  The Chiefs are so wretched, they don't belong on a football field.  Perhaps a kitchen would be a better place for the Chefs.