More Fallout

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Now, I know I’m supposed to be concerned about the GOP New Hampshire primary voting and the trouble in the Middle East and the court cases of the big, orange menace who put out a photo of himself praying in church…

…his ‘photo’ showed his hands folded in prayer. He had six fingers. 

The photo may not be quite legit!

Yet, we still have fallout from the Bills-Chiefs game and a lot of it involves human emotions.

Jason Kelce was at the game - he’s the Eagles player who is the brother of Travis who plays for the Chiefs and is dating Taylor Swift. 

(Sounds like a made for television drama - probably is).

He did a little drinking with the Bills Mafia and watched the game with beer and without a shirt. 

Then he spotted a sign - a young girl was trying to get Taylor’s attention. Jason went out and got the girl and held her up high so that Taylor could smile and wave at her.

The smile on that kid’s face was so genuine. I imagine that she’s going to meet her idol soon. For all the flack she takes, Taylor Swift appears to be a truly solid human - I don’t listen to her music, but I’m a big fan.

Yet, the fallout also includes a few lousy items.

1). The Chiefs had a couple of problems with the Bills - first they claimed that the hot water was shut off in their locker room after the win.

2). Secondly, the Chiefs also claimed that the feed to the booth where their replay team wasn’t functioning and that they had no way to request a replay because they couldn’t review the play in a timely fashion.

Truly garbage stuff.

Not a surprise.

Yet, the saddest story of the fallout is in regard to the Bills kicker, Tyler Bass.

He missed the kick that would have tied the game and allowed Mahomes to drive his team down the field for the win.

Bass shut down his social media accounts because he was receiving death threats and horrible messages from the Bills Mafia.

The community rallied, however, and the good people donated to Bass’ favorite charity.

All good.

Yet, I also thought about Bass as a human being in the immediate aftermath of the miss.

“The poor bastard,” was what I said out loud.

Can you imagine what it must feel like to fail at your job with millions looking on?

The other Bills players were gracious and quick to comfort their teammate, but for a few minutes there, the poor bastard, sat alone on the bench, his helmet on, his head down.

So distraught.

One final thought on it.

Back in ‘97 when rehab was going on at the Bills Stadium they allowed all the members of the construction team line up - one after another - and attempt a 35-yard field goal.

We had more than 200 construction guys take a shot at making it.

One guy made it.

My attempt landed at the 10-yard line.

So, not as easy as it looks.

And we all have our talents.

Okay, one more thought:

Back in college we were all gathered around the television in 1985 - the a Chicago Bears were the best team and Walter Payton was their best player. 

A feature showed him walking on his hands - for about 50-yards!

“My God!” I said. “Imagine being able to do that.”

My roommate Fluffy said:

“Big deal. We all have our talents. I bet you he can’t drink a case of beer on Saturday night.”

Probably not.

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