Showing posts with label NFL HOF. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NFL HOF. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Tradition Tuesday: NFL Hall to Unveil Hunt SB Gallery, Irritate BroncoCountry

This blog, believe it or not, has a rough focus: the rivalry between the Kansas City Chiefs (represent, represent) and the Denver Broncos (Cecil and Old No. 7). Why, you might ask, would you start a blog that "covers" two teams, and not put all your eggs of fandom into one basket? Well, I got an answer for you: Some nine years ago, the three of us -- having, at various rubs and oils intervals, matriculated at a college nestled in the foothills of southwest Colorado -- had had enough of the smack-talk once begotten in a newsroom, and decided to take our acts on the road. Therefore, when the Chiefs travel to whatever Denver's calling their stadium nowadays, I'm in the stands, clad in red hoots, and golden hollers. Cec' and 7 make their ways eastward to the mecca known as Arrowhead Stadium, where we view, in addition to a football game, sundry other activities, i.e., driving one-eyed toward the Ozarks with cold Wendy's, tipped port-a-potties, brawls in the stands, and, of course, plenty of chubby, snaggle-toothed hillbillies. While it is, in fact, a grand old time, it unfortunately only happens twice a year, and we are erstwhile dedicated to bringing you, our readers, a weekly state-of-the-rivalry address. This is that.

Double-mark your calendars for August 8, Chiefs fans. Not only will Derrick Thomas become the seventh Chief inducted, Canton, Ohio's Pro Football Hall of Fame will open the Lamar Hunt Super Bowl gallery in honor of the late Chiefs owner. The $2.4 million project will be dedicated solely to the Super Bowl, and will include highlights from every National Football League championship game, as well as displays, and a history of the NFL and American Football League merger. There will also be a Super Bowl Theater, that will include clips courtesy of NFL Films.

“This is a tremendous honor for our family and a meaningful tribute to my father’s contributions to the NFL’s showcase event,” Kansas City Chiefs chairman Clark Hunt said. “From naming the game and assigning its Roman numerals, to suggesting the name of the Lombardi Trophy, the development of the Super Bowl is a substantial piece of my father’s professional legacy, and we are very proud that this beautiful gallery will bear his name.”


I almost wish I had another trip to Canton on the books, because what a great weekend this will surely be. For Chiefs fans.

But what, you may be wondering, does this have to do with Broncos fans?

In a nutshell, very little. Inside this House, however, it could serve the purpose of pissing off an entire fan base, at very least, one, or both, of my colleagues. Said colleagues, mind you, will be pissed because of one, or more, of the following reasons:

1) They honestly think that Lamar Hunt inadvertently killed John F. Kennedy.

2) They're bitter because Shannon Sharpe was snubbed in last year's H.O.F. voting.

3) Seven Chiefs to two Broncos certainly spells "conspiracy."

4) Derrick Thomas collected his paycheck by annihilating ol' Horse-Faced Colts Draft.

5) As a Chiefs fan, I'm lame because I won't be there for the ceremony, fields of dreams, bloach stories, and trunks of tees in tow.

6) A Super Bowl Gallery should be named after the owner of a franchise whose team has won a championship a) since women's suffrage, b) after the Civil Rights movement, c) later than the date in which color television was invented, d) post-leather helmets, and e) without cheating via Gatorade consumption.

7) The epic Denver off-season perhaps put Kansas City ahead of the Broncos on the road to the next AFC West championship.

8) CutlerSoldier's new team has won more (pre-and post-merger) championships than his previous club, and will likely guide them to another.

9) Broncos GM Colonel Xanders has a name that makes one think of fried chicken, but in actuality, he knows nothing culinary in comparison to Chiefs GM Hoseah Pioli.

10) The losing streak, come January 3, will be over!

In conclusion, take note of my efforts: I craftily plucked a paragraph and-a-half from The Kansas City Star's Randy Covitz, plopped it in between yet another rendition of the TT intro, and slapped a Top Ten list beneath it, thus cementing myself into the category of the 73 percenters. If you were expecting something more professional, you should never have come here in the first place. That said, don't forget, you're always welcome inside our House.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

An Atrocity of Atrocities

Like everyone, I've got opinions. Now and again, I'll voice them. Sometimes I do so quietly, sometimes I scream. Today, I've been up for a mere hour, and (figuratively) my vocal chords are strained. Like my House of Georges colleagues, I grew up watching NFL football. Every Sunday, and sometimes late-season Saturdays, I'd be in the TV room either at mom's or dad's watching the Chiefs, and whoever was on before or after them on the local network feed. And as every football fan knows, it's the luck of the draw regarding which television commentating crew is asigned to the weekend's games. To a lesser degree, this applies to Monday Night Football as well. For years, it was the Gifford-Cosell team, and in the last decade and-a-half, it featured a myriad of good and bad. This good and bad of MNF mirrors the crews assembled for the Sunday games. Some guys are really, really good. Some are absolutely fucking awful.

Here on the House, I've voiced my support for Royals 30-year-plus radio voice Denny Matthews, and I did so loudly when he won MLB's Ford C. Frick award for broadcast. In three weeks, the NFL will induct this year's HOF crew over there in Canton, and the awards ceremony will include the Frick counterpart, the Pete Rozelle Radio-Television Award.

I'm here to tell you that broadcast journalism, the NFL shield, and the good Rozelle name will all be smattered on August 1 when that award is handed over to one Dan Dierdorf. I've heard some awful announcing in my days, but no one, I mean, no body is as bumbling, stumbling and retarded-sounding when calling a football game as Dan Dierdorf.

Like I said, this is my opinion, and I'm sure folks will disagree with it, but they will be wrong. Give me the slobbering repetitiveness of John Madden, an intoxicated Pat Summerall. Hell, give me the odd-but-entertaining Dennis Miller, give me Theismann (Editor's Note: Actually, please don't.) Hell, put Eric freaking Dickerson in the booth and let him play with the knobs like a Down's kid in a space shuttle. Just keep the 'Dorf away from my auditory canals. I'm begging you: Make it stop. And stop this abortion of recognition from happening.
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