No Tyreek! No Super Bowl!

I realize an actual parade with real life people standing next to each other is out of the question. Chalk it up as another casualty of the cancel culture. Although, I am now informed, a virtual parade is the way to go...the plan is to host one on FaceBook sometime after their victory. I'll get back to you with more details.

"No Tyreek! No Super Bowl!" 

I watched the game at my associate Fred's house.

"Tyreek also happens to be my idol nowadays. What do you think about that Fred?"

"I wish you would stop saying that," he finds my favorite chant about my favorite player annoying.

"It's the truth," is my answer every time he complains.

"I don't care, it's obnoxious. Find a new chant."

"I can't just change my favorite chant at the end of the season. They got one more game to win. I'll find a new chant next year. For now the chant stays."

"Get a life," is his response.

I called Roy on the ride home from Fred's place.

"Chiefs motherfucker!" 

The unbridled enthusiasm in his voice tells me he hit it big on the game.

"How much boy? What did you have going on it?"

"The entire wad son," his enthusiasm growing evermore.

"Are you going to get down on them again in the Super Bowl?" 

I already knew his answer, but I ask nonetheless.

"You bet your blue boots I am. I'm going to ride them all the way home. I told the wife last night when they cover we are going to buy her something nice. It brought a big smile to her face," I often wonder if his wife is aware of the extent of his habit.

"So how much are you going to get down on them for the Super Bowl?"

"The whole load motherfucker. I'm going to get it all back plus some. Goddamn boy they looked good yesterday," his enthusiasm not wavering a bit, "They're going to beat the hell out of Tampa Bay. Do you want to know something else boy?"

"What?"

"Your pep talk the other day gave me the confidence to slap it all down on Andy & the boys. They kicked ass like you said they would. Boy did I need it asshole! I truly believe my wife would have thrown me out of the house if I would have lost the bet. Speaking of that, she's yelling at me right now. I got to talk to you later boy."

"Before you go Roy I got one thing to say."

"What?"

"Chiefs motherfucker!"

He reciprocates.