When I was a kid, I began experiencing the dramatic effects of Raiders Week early Friday afternoon.

When I was a kid, I began experiencing the dramatic effects of Raiders Week early Friday afternoon.

When “Big Ben” Davidson, Daryle Lamonica, Marv Hubbard and those nasty, stinkin’ rotten Raiders came to Municipal Stadium, my stomach was tied in a knot and I had trouble sleeping.

I’d catch a bus at the Blue Ridge Mall and take it down to 22nd and Brooklyn, the site of Municipal Stadium.

I was there when Davidson – all 6-foot-7 of him – drove his helmet into the back of my hero, quarterback Len Dawson, igniting a wild melee that featured players from both sides of the ball. I saw ageless George Blanda kick game-winning field goals and defensive back George Atkinson strip the ball from another one of my heroes, tight end Fred Arbanas, and return it for a score.

Those memories are as vivid as any of my childhood memories.

I know I saw some Chiefs victories, but I hated the Raiders so much that I can still see Dawson’s head bounce off the turf with such ferocity that I feared it might start rolling across the field.

That rivalry was so dramatic, so intense, so ferocious that it consumed me for weeks.

I watched the same two teams play on Sunday, and to be quite honest with you, it meant nothing to me.
The Raiders stink.

And the Chiefs are even worse.

I don’t know why or how the Raiders have fallen from one of the elite teams in the NFL.

But I know this about the Chiefs – they don’t seem to be playing with a full deck.

Their players don’t seem to care.

Their coach seems indifferent.

And their chairman of the board, Lamar Hunt’s son Clark, doesn’t want to pull the trigger on firing general manager Scott Pioli.

This team needs to be imploded.

It is embarrassing to watch a team sleepwalk through the first part of a season that is meaningless and laughable.

Sure, the team across the street from Arrowhead Stadium in the Truman Sports Complex parking lot is even more inept, but at least it has an excuse – an owner who won’t pony up, spend some money and at least try to compete with the big-market teams.

Because their is no salary cap in Major League Baseball, the Royals are going to be on the outside looking in forever. Or until someone who cares about winning buys the team.

There is a salary cap in the NFL, so there is no excuse for a middle-of-the-road team like Oakland coming into Arrowhead Stadium and beating the Chiefs six straight years.

Quarterback Brady Quinn was knocked out of Sunday’s 26-16 loss to Oakland with a head injury. Matt Cassel, everyone’s favorite whipping boy, came into the game and was ineffective.

Quinn had a 16.7 quarterback rating while Cassel’s was just 85.1.

One of the premier running backs in the league, Jamaal Charles, carried the ball five times for four yards.
That stat alone should be grounds for getting coach Romeo Crennel fired.

Cassel threw one interception and the Chiefs fumbled the ball away twice.

I can’t believe fans actually pay to watch this stuff.

It’s been nearly 19 years since the Chiefs won a playoff game and 42 years since they appeared in the Super Bowl.
What happened to the days when a Sunday afternoon matchup between the Chiefs and Raiders meant something?

Because what fans witnessed Sunday afternoon at Arrowhead Stadium was pathetic.