It's not the Chiefs losing the game that hurts the most. It's just the fact that they blew a 28 point lead in doing so. The Chiefs in the second half reminded me a lot of 'Martyball.' Come on! How can a team go from looking like a Super Bowl contender in the first half to resembling my sophomore high school football team in the second? Oh well, there is always next year.
After watching the Chiefs epic collapse I felt it imperative to get some fresh air. A buddy of mine, from my street days, is in terrible shape. I hadn't seen him in a while, so I packed a dinner for two and went searching for him. "Boaty are you in there?" Most homeless people are creatures of habit - meaning they like to stay in the same place - It's a comfort zone kind of thing. "Hey Rob is that you?" Brian Boatwright, aka Boaty, is a West Texas outlaw who has called the streets of Las Vegas his home for the last five years. "Yeah Boaty, it's me. Can I come in?" Boaty has been squatting in an abandoned commercial property in SW Las Vegas for the last six months. I wasn't sure if he was still there when I first decided to go looking for him today, but like I said earlier in the post. Most homeless people are creatures of habit.
I walk in and the first thing I notice is he's lying on the floor in a fetal position with three blankets wrapped tightly around him. I ask him how things are going and he tells me this. "Not good my friend. I have been sicker than a dog the last few weeks. I can't hold anything down. I think I have pneumonia." Boaty is the most rugged guy I have ever met, forty years of living on the street will do that to you. Today, he looked like a man who had one foot in the grave. "Man, Boaty, you don't look so good. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" It didn't take a doctor to see that he was in bad shape, and I mean really bad shape. "No man, I'm not going to a hospital. I just need to tough it out. I will start to feel better once the weather warms up." Hanging around was an invitation to get sick. That's the last thing in the world I need, so I told him I had to go and would check back in a week or so and hopefully he would be feeling better.
As I sit here putting the days thoughts to rest. Two things jump out at me. One, the Chiefs losing a playoff game they should have won. But that's not important. There is always next year. There is always another game to be played. The second, my friend Boaty. The Grim Reaper is right at his doorstep. If he doesn't get some serious help soon, and I mean real soon. His ticket will get punched.
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