Vikings fans should be Chiefs fans on Sunday, and not because Kansas City’s barbecue is better than in the Twin Cities.
The Chiefs are a dynasty. It’s hard to root for a dynasty if it’s not your team, you say. Travis Kelce is over-commercialized, you say. Taylor Swift gets too much airtime during games, you say. The Chiefs are a cause you can’t get behind, you say.
I say the Chiefs are who the Vikings can emulate.
No NFL fan base has had more of a tortured existence than those who follow the Purple. But Kansas City was once a woebegone franchise as well. I was there to see it in person.
I worked for the Kansas City Star from 1989 to ’97. Steve DeBerg was the quarterback that first year, with a few appearances by the aging Ron Jaworski and Steve Pelluer. Remember when the Vikings turned to Brett Favre in 2009 in hopes he would lead them to the promised land? The Chiefs turned to Joe Montana in 1993 with the well-worn Marcus Allen in the backfield. The furthest they got was the 1993 AFC title game.
While my friends were tormented by not reaching a Super Bowl, head coach Marty Schottenheimer earned a reputation of being unable to win big games. They weren’t called the Chiefs around town, they were referred to as the Chefs.
Exit Montana, enter Steve Bono. Exit Bono, enter Elvis Grbac. Then Trent Green. There were a few Rich Gannon sightings in the late 1990s, too. The coaching carousel included Gunther Cunningham, Dick Vermeil, Herman Edwards, Todd Haley and Romeo Crennel.
And then it got fixed.