Only three games into the 2013 season, and they’ve already exceeded last year’s win total. And while that’s not saying a whole hell of a lot—two victories is an embarrassingly low mountain to overcome—let us not dwell on the futility of yesteryear.
For a fan base (and a city, really) that has seen more lows than highs over the past decade, a 3-0 start is a powerful aphrodisiac.
Since 1990, 75% of teams starting 3-0 have made the playoffs. As a professional gambler might say, “those are good odds.”
That said, the Chiefs are still a few miles away from postseason dreams.
First overall draft pick Eric Fisher looked wildly overmatched for most of the night.
Alex Smith is eventually going to get killed. (Mostly due to the facts outlined in the previous sentence.)
So, the offense really has some catching up to do.
And that’s fine. As my grandfather used to say, “horseshit don’t turn into diamonds overnight, Ed.” (We never found out who “Ed” was, exactly. RIP, Grand-Pepper.)
But this defense—oh, my GOD, this GLORIOUS defense. We knew it was there, but it’s finally morphing into something special. It’s shaking off the slime of a difficult birth and becoming a gigantic, disgusting monster of impenetrable conviction. Provided that all pieces can remain healthy and intact for the duration, this is absolutely a championship caliber defense.
Eric Berry is routinely proving his worth (instead of the occasional flashes he used to show). Dontari Poe is quickly becoming the Disruption Godzilla they claimed he was after taking him with their first pick in last year’s draft. Sean Smith is shaping up to be a great free agent signing. Tamba Hali remains Tamba Hali.
And Houston. Justin FREAKING Houston.
In what was probably one of the most dominant defensive performances KC has seen in a decade, all Houston did is sack Michael Vick 3.5 times, force one fumble and recover two, make seven tackles, and knock down three passes.
There’s no doubt that he’ll be AFC Defensive Player of the Week, and probably the month. He’ll be a Pro Bowler this year (his second selection), and is on pace to obliterate the team’s single season sack record, currently held by the late Derrick Thomas.
Not bad for a guy who fell to the third round because of some weed.
(Dare I say, “thank you, Scott Pioli”? Jesus, I feel so DIRTY right now.)
And though this defense isn’t without fault—they still allowed over 400 yards of offense and missed oodles of tackles—they weebled and wobbled, but ultimately remained in an upright position.
If these guys are legit (and I think they are), this is going to be one tremendously exciting season.