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.