After looking back at what I had written prior to the Chiefs game on Friday, I have come to the conclusion that I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. Actually, I’ve known that for a long time, many moons before I started writing for this site. It’s not that I was so completely off base about the significance of a preseason game (I was), or that I fully missed what being a professional athlete is all about (I did). No, what I’ve been taking a look back at is how I got to be so magnanimously jaded.
We’re not sportswriters. We don’t spend time with athletes. We don’t know the nuances of scheme or the importance of game-day preparation. We don’t spend our days at the ballpark, and we don’t travel with the team. That, though, gives us a unique perspective. We like to think we see directly from the eyes of the fans. I guess that’s why they’ve come up with an entirely new noun to describe us: blogger.
The advantages are such that we are able to (mostly) act without direct criticism from those whom we are lampooning on a daily basis. We don’t have to worry about having to face those whom we take to task. While that normally doesn’t stop the common columnists’ barbs, it does serve as a check against some of their more heavy-handed takes. Such is not the case with your everyday blog.
On the other hand, the benefit of seeing things from a close distance is clear. You get a sense of the goings-on that lead to takes that are far-more substantively accurate on a micro level than you would get with a blogger.
So here’s your wild over-generalization of the day: A reporter or columnist is more apt to give you a take of what’s going on with a team. A blogger is more apt to give you the pulse of the fans.
So, with that in mind, I have come to question why, as a fan of a team, from the outside looking in, did I come to essentially characterize the Chiefs as a middle-school football team with a bunch of whiney bitches that would quit at the drop of a hat??
Have I really become so cynical to postulate that a professional football team – a team of players who are chosen and paid to compete on a daily basis, who are taught to kill-or-be-killed, who are mountin-sized slabs of manhood – would really wilt and die like the Royals bullpen??
It’s quite obvious this was not what happened last Friday. The Chiefs showed their weaknesses, the Vikes showed their strengths, nobody really got hurt, and I got to watch Brett Favre complete a pass to Percy Harvin 200 times on ESPN the next 36 hours.
The Chiefs were not intimidated out of the dome. Todd Haley did not lose the team. They sun rose the next day, and a raucus Metrodome crowd did not shock the Chiefs back into a shell of suckitude.
But, what has caused this mentality to encroach my better sports-sense?? Why did I honestly feel that that was even a possibility?? Maybe it’s the onset of the age of athlete depression. Maybe it’s the 23 losses in 25 games. Maybe it’s the team across the parking lot.
Whatever it is, it’s important, I think, as a blogger, not to get too caught up in what’s going on within the walls of the locker room. That’s not my job, and not what I’m here to write about.
That doesn’t mean that we can’t still speculate on happenings with our local teams. It doesn’t mean we can’t analyze what goes on out on the field. That doesn’t mean that we can’t call for heads, or make suggestions on personnel or preparation.
A friend once asked me what kind of blog this was. I said, “It’s basically fart jokes about sports in Kansas City…with lots of cursing.”
I’ll do my best to adhere to that mission in the future.
Now, here’s a picture of Pootie Tang. Have a nice day.
