Friday, January 05, 2007

Here's to You, Mr. San Francisco Kicker Guy!

I am a Kansas City Chiefs fan. Everybody who knows me knows this fact. Heading into New Year’s Eve, the Chiefs needed to win their game and then needed four other things to happen in order to make the playoffs. The plan of the day was to go watch the final Chiefs game of the season and retire to the hotel for a nap before heading to the Fiesta Bowl Block Party.

Unbelievably, the plan was foiled as every early game went the Chiefs way as Kansas City’s playoff chances rode on a San Francisco victory at Denver in the late afternoon game. For those who follow the NFL, this is not a likely scenario to take place. San Francisco was two touchdown underdogs. Much to my surprise; however, the game came down to one kick by the San Francisco kicker.

Make it and the Chiefs are in the playoffs. Miss it and Kansas City is playing golf in the winter. The tension was high. The entire sports bar was at its feet, mostly because it was made of Broncos fans. And that son of a bitch nailed it and I went ballistic. What an enjoyable first six hours of New Year’s Eve.

So, in the honor of those popular Bud Lite commercials a few year’s back, here’s to you Mr. San Francisco Kicker Guy:

“Here’s to you Mr. San Francisco Kicker Guy! While Denver was in control of its own destiny and you had nothing to play for, the hopes of an entire city half a nation away rode on your size 11 feet. Without you Mr. San Francisco Kicker Guy, others might not have been willing to stand a mile high in the air and 39-yards from the crossbar without the doubt of their forward kick falling just short or sailing high or just wide of the distracting yellow posts. However, with 11 fleet-of-foot Broncos racing at you and the hopes of a grateful city resting on your shoulders, you placed your steeled toe foot and struck the oblong shaped pigskin high into the air. Your majestic ability to send the leather upward and forward and through the U-shaped upright has uplifted an entire city as a pigskin playing team from Kansas City lives on for another week. So, raise your glass high, Mr. San Francisco Kicker Guy, because this Bud is for you!”

And everyone better believe I am going to be the first guy to audition for the background singer position when the ad wizards at Budweiser start to cut this commercial. Thanks to Mr. San Francisco Kicker Guy, I will happily sing phrases like “size 11 feet” and “distracting yellow posts” as they did in the original Bud commercials. I would even do it for zero pay. I am that grateful.

Seriously, I cannot describe how happy I was to see that kick sail through the uprights. A most surprising start to the New Year. Now I can enjoy watching Kansas City get throttled by Indianapolis in the first round of the playoffs this weekend.

But, if it weren’t for Mr. San Francisco Kicker Guy, a Kansas City defeat in the first round of the playoffs never would have happened.

Thanks again, Mr. San Francisco Kicker Guy.

Lost, Not Found

I would like to take this moment for a little announcement. The Bowl Tour was not without casualties. Sad times, unbelievably, were had on the bowl tour. Below is an invetory of those things left behind:

One South Florida football - Lost in Shreveport
One collapsable cooler with contents - Lost in Tempe
One camera - Lost at the Fiesta Bowl
One Seiko watch - Lost at the Fiesta Bowl
A little bit of our dignity - Lost everywhere

If found, please e-mail
bowltour07@yahoo.com. The group thanks you for your efforts.

Here Come the Butler, Baby!

Nothing says ‘turn it up a notch’ more than an arrival of a guy like Butler. Unfortunately, Butler was unable to make the journey to Shreveport and El Paso; however, he was more than happy to fly in and meet the crew in Tempe.

It’s tough to explain a guy like Butler, the man basically gets paid to travel the world and have fun. Not really a bad gig. He is a seasoned veteran at the whole ‘we need to go on a road trip and act like a bunch of crazed animals’ thing.

He is obviously very good at what he does (he’s a television producer, by the way); but, when he lets loose he’s like a cross between the Tasmanian Devil and Richard Lewis. Drunk and crazy is the point I’m trying to make.

Of course Butler did not disappoint, within 20 minutes of our arrival he molested a girl he had never met in his life. It was an accident of course; but, still gives a person the idea how over-the-top he is at times.

Since we decided to stay in for the night in El Paso, the group was more than willing to take on Tempe the day we arrived. After a few beverages at the hotel, the group decided to hail a cab and hit the streets of Tempe. Within minutes of our arrival at the first bar, Butler is hitting on a pair of twins.

The Doublemint Twins say something like ‘we are a couple of Denver Broncos cheerleaders’ while Butler responds by saying something along the lines of ‘that’s cool, I’m a CIA agent.’ (Not really what he said; but, I’m sure it was something along those lines). Needless to say, it was pretty obvious these girls weren’t professional football cheerleaders.

Thanks to Butler’s over-the-top antics, Doublemint hit it off with the group immediately. Nothing really interesting happened the rest of the night other than the usual stuff one does when in a new city and had a few too many beverages.

Myself, Butler and the twins went to a few bars and separated from the group while the other four stayed at one of the places we went to at the start of the night. For the groups, a little dancing, a little drinking and a few slurred words; but, for the most, just a typical night out on the town. Well, except for the cab ride home for the other group. Unfortunately, since I was not in the cab, I cannot accurately describe what went on.

At any rate, we have a good time and we all go our separate ways at the end of the night. I know, it sounds boring; but, stay with me for a second. Skip ahead to the Fiesta Bowl; and, it is moments like the one I’m about to describe that make having a guy like Butler around a once-in-a-lifetime event.

The Doublemint Twins walk into the Fiesta Bowl and have seats directly behind us. Butler, of course, starts talking to them immediately. Unfortunately for the twins, one of them brought their boyfriend (a fact they failed to mention a couple of nights before).

Butler, being Butler, starts lighting into the boyfriend immediately. He starts saying things like ‘hey, she never mentioned you’ and ‘where were you last night?’ Of course, the topper was along the lines of ‘look, I got her number, we had a great time.’

This guy was getting more pissed with each passing minute because it was pretty obvious the twins had lied about where they were a couple of nights earlier. He got so pissed at Butler and so pissed at his girlfriend to the point where he forced the twins to move seats. I don’t know if they switched seats or left the game entirely in order to have a knock-down, drag-out fight; but, I’m hoping one of the twins avoided getting beaten that night because this cat didn’t look like the most pleasant of fellows.

Obviously, there are not a lot of people out there who would say some of the things Butler did in that situation. However, those things probably needed to be said. I mean, the girls lied to the guy two nights before because they are scared to death of him because it is pretty clear this guy was a raving lunatic. It’s probably not a situation that is ‘meant to be’ for the happy couple.

If it took Butler to point out the fact to the twins this wasn’t the best of relationships, it’s probably the best for everyone involved. I mean, a person always wants ‘to bring people together;’ but, sometimes a person just needs to point out to somebody else they are simply making a ‘bad decision."

A guy like Butler is perfect for that kind of difficult task.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

The Final Bowl Tour Run

I know, I know... I have neglected the blog. My bad. But, I mean, those three days in Tempe were something else. That thing escalated in a hurry. After a couple of days of deep thought and reflection, I think I am finally ready to finish the posts about the trip.

So, be patient, folks. New posts regarding Bowl Tour shenanigans will be up on Friday morning. I know everyone anxiously awaits. Until then, a picture of the arrival of Butler. It should give everybody a general idea of the stupidity that took place.