I couldn’t give a fuck less about the Chiefs, and I pay less attention than I ever have to the NFL, but even I know that each year every progressive NFL fan celebrates the death of the Chiefs any time they lose a game early in the season. Then they always end up competing for a championship at the end of the year.
You and Murph are basically Steve Buscemi’s character in Billy Madison, except Patrick Mahomes and Harrison Butker are on the “People to Kill” list hanging on the wood paneled living room wall.