I’ve noticed something strange ever since the Kansas City Chiefs clinched a Super Bowl Berth. I’ll be walking to class, or working out, or driving along, and, out of nowhere, I’ll hear the great Mitch Holthus‘s voice, bellowing something along the lines of, “Mahomes drops back, fakes left, makes a man miss. He’s got Hill. Hill in the open field and he’s gone! Touchdown, KANSAS CITY!”
Something tells me I’m not the only one who’s been plagued by visions of what a Chiefs Super Bowl victory will look like. I picture Andy Reid getting his much-deserved, long overdue Gatorade shower.