They got shoved around in Oakland, manhandled in San Francisco, stuffed at home against Buffalo, humiliated in San Diego, pummeled in New England. The offense was throwing the ball every down, playing some goofy, ineffective, fast-break offense. Sunday, the Chiefs played real football again. You could tell after the game in the locker room, where guys were slumped on their stools, spitting ice, picking frozen turf from their teeth, talking quietly about whomping the Broncos. They were tired.
Warriors always are.
That's a great feeling. That's how we used to do it around here. Tait is not exactly a quote machine. You might have better luck talking to curtains. The Chiefs got away from this.