The rosters are set. The teams are preparing as each day passes. Fans are hurriedly grabbing up what tickets they can get. We’ve waited for nearly six months for this day to come.
There’s no doubt about it. A win in Week One will catapult this team. You may think I am rehashing what Tom Fehr wrote last week, but I am only reinforcing it. This is critical. The importance of this game outweighs any game the Chiefs have played in several years. The playoff race starts NOW. You have to start hacking away at the legs of the San Diego Chargers if you want to take them down. The table is set for the Chiefs to do just that. San Diego will not have Marcus McNeil, Vincent Jackson or Shawne Merriman on their active roster. Their window is closing and the Chiefs could very well send the Bolts into a tailspin in Week One.
Arrowhead Stadium is where this journey begins. With 80,000 lunatics, ready to blow the doors off of the New Arrowhead.
Football is one of the few sports in which a home field advantage is a real, tangible thing. The proof is in the history of Arrowhead Stadium. When the Chiefs are good, hell, when the Chiefs are decent, Arrowhead is without a doubt, the toughest place for opposing teams to win in the NFL.
The players can only do so much. As fans, we have to show up. At this point we’re undefeated and the AFC West division title may as well be on the line this coming Monday. And the road to an AFC West division title runs through San Diego.
ARROWHEAD HAS TO ROCK.
It has to rock like it did in the 90s, when Derrick Thomas and Neil Smith were terrorizing John Elway and Jeff Hostettler. It has to rock like it has never rocked before. The Chiefs are banging the “New Body. Same Soul.” wardrum, and sure, there may be a few more “upper crust” types sitting in the club level, but the same red-clad maniacs that have occupied the Sea of Red for the last 25 years are going to be there…and the noise will be brought.
Arrowhead hasn’t truly been its old self since Dick Vermeil left, but I think there’s going to be some serious electricity in the air.
I get goosebumps just thinking about what the atmosphere is going to be like on Monday Night. Arrowhead is an intimidating place, no matter what time of day it is. But when those lights go on and the Sea of Red is at high tide after a long parking lot party, the volume is turned up to 11 and you can barely hear yourself think.
If you don’t have tickets for this game, splurge and buy a pair of upper deck seats (surprisingly, there are still a few hundred seats left). Go to the Royals’ game beforehand, get pumped up with the tailgaters in the parking lot, have a few Dr. Peppers (wink) AND GET FIRED UP.
There’s no reason to be pessimistic about this season. Not yet, anyways. So get up. Wear red. Get loud. Bang on that orange, yellow or red seat and blow Phillip Rivers’ f**king eardrums out.
It’s Arrowhead Stadium. A Midwestern monument to noise. Restore the roar.