I wish my dad was still here to experience the greatness of PMII, the Royals '14 and '15 seasons.
Around '75 (I was 3/4) My dad started teaching me how to play baseball. I also listened to the games with him. During this time he took me to Royals stadium to see the Royals play. My favorite player was Cookie Rojas because of his name.
I really didn't get into football until HS. In my 20's is watch the games with him. I remember how excited the was when we got Montana. I even had a no call/no show the first Monday night game to be played at Arrowhead in years, just so I could watch the game with him.
In Sept. 96 I moved to Phoenix, AZ. My dad and grandfather drove my grandfather's van from KC to help me move. On the drive my dad complained of lower back pain and couldn't drive. Didn't think anything of it, as he worked in a warehouse and has had back issues in the past.
March/April of 97 I get a call from my dad, he told me he had liver cancer. As Father's day approached it was clear he wouldn't make it much longer. So I flew back to KC to surprise him one last time. He was surprised and we had a BBQ at his house. He had lost a lot of weight and was not how I remembered him.
Later that year (don't remember the month). My sister calls me to tell me he's not responding to the chemo and it's only a matter of time.
Sept 8 the cords win a thriller in the final seconds 28-27 against the Raiders on MNF. I think about calling my dad to talk about the game, but it was late and I figured he might be too tired to have finished the game.
Sept 13 Recently I moved into a new apartment and didn't have phone service. I head to my college to do some art on the computers there. While there I get word that my family has been trying to reach me. I use a phone there, that's when I get the news about my pops. I wish I had called and talked to him one last time. At least I had the Father's Day memories.
This hat was his, he got it in '95. It's leather, which is kinda rare. I promised myself that I'd wear it when the Chiefs finally made it to the SB. Some 23 years later I finally get to make good on that promise.
Go Chiefs! Win one for my pops, every KC fan that has suffered all these years of "because Chiefs". Win it for Lamar, Clark and the rest of the Hunts (Clarks
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My dad, definitely. My house was a little different. Lived in KC, but a lot of family from Texas so we were initially all dubbed as Cowboys fans. I had Dallas Cowboy underoos. This was all fine because I didn't care one bit about football, until...
When I hit teen years I started watching Chiefs games, about the time Marty took over. That's when I fell in love with the team, and the sport of football. In my house I was the one who turned Chiefs games into "appointment viewing", and it was contagious. My dad started watching with me, and he got swept up by it as well. So it's kinda backwards, but I became a Chiefs fan on my own, and spread it to my dad. Given that the Cowboys would soon go on to win 3 Super Bowls maybe it wasn't the nicest thing I ever did for him.
We were all Chiefs through thick and thin for decades. He died in 2012 at the age of 68. Add this crazy run to the list of things I would've liked for him to be able to see.
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