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The Monday Night Meltdown. My father was in the hospital with cancer and we watched the game together; he passed away early the next morning.
After that game, I never gave a shit about anyone who acted like an ass that game, no matter how good of a player they were. My father and I didn't agree on a lot of things, but we bonded over Chiefs games...and that was the last game he saw. He was so disappointed in them.
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