You cry, get upset, throw things, pay thousands to watch them play, stand in line, wear their names on a shirt, speak highly of them….
Truth be known, NFL Players think you’re a pain in the ass! They don’t like you. They like to hear you cheer for them at a game or stand and clap, wear their stuff and glorify their names, but no they don’t like you or want to be around you.
I’ve hung with way too many players – even baseball players. And they don’t much like fans. Almost none of them. Oh, they say they do on TV and on the radio. "We have the best fans…"
Behind your backs, they hide from you guys unless you are a hot, 25 year-old, big-boobed blonde.
Otherwise, PLEASE GO AWAY. And no, they don’t want to talk football with you. EVER.
I partied and was friends with guys like Marcus Allen (we even doubled dated), Nick ‘the kick" Lowery, Neil Smith, Derrick Thomas, Johnny Damon. I even hung with Joe Montana and tons of others.
Hey, don’t get me wrong some of them are great guys.
But none of them like fans. Marcus used to pay guys at Stanford’s to keep guys away from him.
"I hate when they pat me on the back," Marcus said to me many times. "It hurts after awhile."
We love football players because they wear our colors and they represent the city you and I love.
We love Kansas City, THEY DON’T.
Most of them hate living here. So after the season they go home. Or somewhere. Somewhere else. ALMOST NO CURRENT CHIEFS LIVE HERE. Even top hero’s like Marcus, Joe,Tony – they’re all gone, and will never be back. They ain’t from here and don’t care.
You do, they don’t.
Is it all about the glory, the money, the cheering, the hopeful future on ESPN, commercials and girls?
GOD DAMN RIGHT IS!
Hey, there are a few exceptions. Len Dawson stayed. So did George Brett. But they’re old-school and you know how much they love signing autographs and talking to fans. Not.
Ted McKnight stayed. So did Walter White, Ed Buddy, Frank White (from here) and about 10 more. That’s it. Out of thousands who played here.
See, in real life we want to play and represent our loved city. But we can’t, so pro players are our stand ins. That’s all. I remember going to the Chiefs Super Bowl parade in 1970. I was a tweenager. I think it ended at Liberty Memorial. On stage were Hank Stram, Dawson, Lamar Hunt, Bill Grigsby and my hero, Otis Taylor. He pushed me away.
I had a tear in my eye, didn’t he know I loved him?
Years later I did several events to try and help get Taylor to the Hall of Fame – including two with Dawson and KC Mayor Kay Barnes. I was the chair, it failed.
He is an old, sick man who was ditched by the Chiefs and the league.
I forgave him for not caring about me – the little fan in 1970.