Wednesday, March 12, 2008

The HoG One-Year Anniversary Presents "Things We Actually Covered Well": Part Two, The Tradition

It's true: The rough focus of this blog is in fact the rivalry between the Denver Broncos and the Kansas City Chiefs. Cecil and Old No. 7 champion their half, while I, all on my lonesome, herald the red-and-gold portion.

Now, one year into the HoG's existence, we can adapt our little adendum and say that eight years ago, we started The Tradition. In a nutshell, them clowns come out yonder in their orange and blue, we gos to the 'Head, and sometimes watch the Chiefs win. I's, all dudded up in my Zubaz, rides a horse out to Denver, and together we watch the Chiefs never win. Some opposing fans are cool, while some are, uh, not. Nevertheless, it's always a hoot.

For the past 12 months, we've published a weekly post that hinges, in some way, on said tradition, and it makes for some good laughs, and pretty good reading. After the jump, take a peek at some of our best efforts in this regard.

In August, we wrote a little something about self-destruction. The nutshell of the post, was that both tradition-related teams, not too far along from the season opener, looked like ass. It also went rambling on a bit about how HBO's television program "Hard Knocks: Training Camp with the Kansas City Chiefs" was really gay, and a lot like a reality TV show. I tended to agree with only the former, but whatever.

Not too long after that, the dad-gummed season finally got underway. And we were stoked. Sort of. It would've been swell to not have the Chiefs come out of the gates 0-2, and not have the Broncos start out 2-0, but ultimately it didn't matter; the two teams combined for a mere 10 wins, and it was time to insert the ol' tagline of "there's always next year."

A couple months later, it was time for Tradition Week One, 2007. And things looked bleak. We ended up having great seats for the terrible game, and, shockingly, managed to entertain ourselves from dawn 'til much, much later. Mostly at the expense of others. Suffice it to say there were good times had.

There were happier times associated with Tradition Tuesday. They, unfortuneately, all took place prior to Kickoff Weekend, but what're you gonna do. Like in May, when we wrote about guys clowns who've played for both clubs, or in June, when we made tons of fun of Herm. (Editor's Note: That activity is seldom, if never, reserved for only June.) June was a doozy, though. It also fostered the TT post that begat the T-Hen 1500 Watch. Now, that, was some down-home, good-cookin' fun times.

Twas in April, however, that we unleashed, perhaps our best tradition material. We shared the quaint little story about how our quarterbacks, now rivals in the same NFL division, were fostered in the same college conference. The post itself was pretty putrid in regard to any sort of professional journalism. But it was cute. And then there's the post that got it all going: "Fields of Dreams." Yassir. That 'un there put the shinola in spit-shine. Tells it all real good, real thorough-like.

And there you have it, year-long readers. A nice retrospective to our efforts at sharing what is, The Tradition.

3 comments:

Cecil said...

You missed the best part: having drunken middle-aged women flash their tits at you.

old no. 7 said...

And drunken old men showing us their unwashed ass cracks to boot.

I'd just like to say that Derrick Thomas shows perfect form in blowing up that ref. Textbook. Fucker had it coming, too, wearing those stretchy-pants.

blairjjohnson said...

Yes. Of course. Flabby breasts and bat wings. How could those've slipped my mind?

Oh, and, Seven -- maybe you meant Johnson?