The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon “quickie” with their eight-year-old son in the apartment, was to send him out on the balcony with a popsicle and tell him to report on all of the neighborhood activities.
“There’s a car being towed from the parking lot,” he shouted.
“An ambulance just drove by… looks like the Andersons are moving…! Winnie’s riding a new bike!! The Smiths have company! Jack is on his skateboard!!!”
After a few minutes, he announced, “The Coopers are having S€X!!!!”
Startled, his mom and dad shot up in bed. Dad cautiously called out, “How do you know they’re having s6x?!”
“Jimmy Cooper’s standing on his balcony with a popsicle!”
Dear Chiefs Kingdom — and to Travis Kelce,
We’ve watched you grow, not just as a player, but as a man. From that kid with a chip on his shoulder on draft day, to the heartbeat of our locker room, to the face of what it means to be a Kansas City Chief. You gave us laughs through every goofy gesture, every chest bump, every mic’d-up moment, every personal foul that felt more like passion than penalty. You brought joy to this city in ways that can’t be measured on any stat sheet even though you own all those records!
You were our golden child — flawed, fiery, impossible not to love — and you showed us that greatness isn’t always about the intangibles people talk about. Sometimes it’s just heart. Pure, unapologetic heart. The kind you left on the field every single Sunday.
We watched you grow through every season of your life — from the wild kid from Cleveland Heights, to the leader in the locker room, to Uncle Travy holding your nieces with the gentleness nobody expected but everyone loved. We watched you mature on and off the field, from the horrible dating show to podcast laughs that became part of our weekly routine, to friendship bracelets that somehow turned into an engagement. Only you could pull all that off.
People tried to say you were washed. Done. But you showed us all — again — that legends don’t fade. They rise. They respond. They remind the world who they are.
“Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.”
Travis, you became a legend here long before the rest of the world noticed.
Through every high and low, you were Kansas City through and through. From draft day to Christmas Day. From the coldest nights at Arrowhead to Super Bowl confetti falling on your shoulders. Your presence will be missed more than you’ll ever know — not just on the field, but in the soul of this team. Your voice mattered. It still does.
And if this is the end… if you choose to hang it up or give us one more year… just know this:
You don’t owe us anything.
We owe you everything.
Thank you for every laugh, every play, every memory you gave this city. Thank you for letting us grow with you. Thank you for being the kind of Chief that will be talked about for generations.
Alright now.
All Hail #87
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Written by Chris Baldwin
Gronk at 11 and Kelce at 25? I know you can make the argument for either being the 🐐… but that’s a lotttt of players between them. And I think Travis’ longevity should count for something. And don’t troll me with “Kelce can’t block.” ☺️ Pat & Trav also broke Tom & Gronks playoff records… rant over