I don’t know what Cody Schrader’s wildest football dream was, but it couldn’t top this.

It’s a miracle the Chiefs won one Super Bowl with these receivers.

I know it’s considered common courtesy to fly everyone back home after a road game, but perhaps make an exception for Kadarius Toney.

Why, why, why give Mecole Hardman a chance to screw everything up?

In solidarity with Jason Kelce, I am opening the windows, stripping to the waist and pounding beers the rest of the night.

As I’ve always said, love that MVS!

I know the Mizzou basketball team holds daily practices, but it shows no evidence its players have ever met. This team has the offensive cohesion and defensive togetherness of five guys who happened to show up at the same time at a rec center.

Drink is really all over the map with his fourth-down decision making.

On the bright side, my afternoon schedule is now opening up for some antiquing, perhaps a fall festival or a long walk in the woods.

I’ve noticed that multiple prescription drugs have side effects involving the skin of the perineum. For such a small patch of real estate, just incredible overachievement in the field of side effects for the perineum.

How did this team ever beat UMass?

Brady Cook with an epic effort today. Pretty amazing.

All the provel cheese on those Imo’s pizzas have made the bones in Brady Cook’s hands unbreakable.

Excited about what the Chiefs offense will be able to accomplish once they start playing a left tackle who can mildly inconvenience opposing edge rushers.

Why do I even watch the first 2 hours and 55 minutes of Chiefs games?

Ferentz will never forgive himself for not punting there.

Mizzou overcame Florida and the invention of TV cameras and rewind buttons tonight.

When the Chiefs decide to lose a Super Bowl, they don’t mess around.

For the old timers, this Mizzou team in this SEC feels a lot like the late 80s Mizzou teams in the Big Eight. Really just missing a terrible Mizzou-themed rap song to take it to the next level.

When I listened to Mizzou games on the radio in the early 80s and heard the words “Andy Hill” and “Trenton, Missouri,” it was such rush of small-town pride. Holy crap, my T-ball umpire just caught a touchdown pass against Oklahoma! Great guy, great coach, great career.