Tradition Tuesday: Those Who've Crossed Over (bum-buh-BUH)...to the Dark Side

Editor's Note: The rough focus of this blog is the rivalry between the Kansas City Chiefs (heralded by Bankmeister) and the Denver Broncos (eked by Cecil and Old No. 7). It may seem unfair that it's two vs. one, but once KC gets that second Super Bowl ring we'll even out the delegation.

Seven years ago we started The Tradition, in which the Donkey fans traveled out to the Truman Sports Complex with their team, and Chiefs altruists returned to the Rocky Mountains with theirs. We tailgate, we talk massive amounts of shit, our wives occasionally get assaulted by rival fans, and we almost always watch the visiting team lose. It's a grand old time.

Here at the HoG, we're going to keep The Tradition alive all year long with Tradition Tuesday--a weekly state-of-the-rivalry address.

Warning: This topic may contain content offensive in nature. The weak of heart, stomach, or mind must beware that what follows is, in some degrees, completely inappropriate. I'm following my own advice. This material is in fact, disgusting. I washed my hands twice in between each of those four previous sentences.

It's understood that division rivals don't trade players amongst themselves. It'd be foolish to. If one plays for a team for five years and faces one particular foe at least 10 times, chances are that player will know the foe well, so why send one packing for the other side of the battlefield. Peculiar concepts like free agency and waivers, however, spice things up a bit. A number of past and present athletes have, at one time or another, played for both the Broncos and the Chiefs. The end result is always the same. The HoG staff gets Choncos in its Briefs.

It's hard to let it slide. Even with the passage of time. Let's have a look -- in no particular order except for biggest shitbag first, least last, middle according -- at some of these classless acts.

Neil Smith

For years, as a Kansas City Chief, #90 terrorized opposing offensive linemen, running backs and quarterbacks. Combined with this guy, the tandem flushed this guy out of the pocket and fed him grass-and-mud sandwiches on a semi-regular basis. And the world was at ease. The salary cap will be the salary cap, though, and the fearsome duo were split. Number 58 stayed on board, # 90 went west to the Dark Side. He would return, of course, following that whacky cyclical tendency of life, to his place of origin. In a post-season game no less. One in which the visiting team emerged victorious, #90 had his first sack since the introduction of the dandelion to North America, and Denver went on to...well, I can't remember what. Good times.

Keith Traylor

This guy made the switch twice. I can't even think of the fury his afterlife will hold. Assuming that is, that he grows old, retires from football, or dies. I'm so disgusted, I can say no more.

Glayy Cadrockett

These two ass clowns won championships under Greg Robinson, who gets a category all his own: Couche. Robinson is the only couche I'm aware of that has crossed over. The two players, however, don't get their own entries because they both won rings, then came to play for Robinson, and sucked balls right along with him. Nice job on that one, Dick.

Eddie Kennison

This one's still mildly fresh and sensitive, thus the neutral uni. I'd hate for any Bronco fans, or God forbid this guy, make the standard daily visit to the HoG, and leave infuriated. That would not rule.

There have certainly been others. It's a topic we can visit in the future. For now, suffice it to say that it's never fun. Except when it's funny, which is all the time.

These icons are like the Sphinx towers from "The Neverending Story," though. They ain't made to be crossed. Unless your name's Atreyu. And if it is, I'll bet you get your milk money stolen and your ass kicked on a regular basis.