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Welcome! This is the first diary that I've really been associated with since Scarface dropped his fifteen or so years ago, so I'm exited to say the least. It feels like I'm eight years old again and this is Christmas, really. I'll be updating after every pick or two, discussing how the NFL Draft's first day is shaping up from the Chiefs' perspective.

12:15 PM EST: Commissioner Goodell kicked this party off not too long ago. Let's see if if the Raiders actually pick JaMarcus Russell or do something crazy here. If they do instead go with C.J. it could throw the entire draft off.

12:23 PM EST: No surprise there. The Oakland Raiders go with JaMarcus Russell and give Matt Millen and the Lions a birthday present. The only question here is does Millen have the balls to select his fourth WR in the last five first rounds? Or will the Lions trade this pick to, say, Atlanta or Tampa Bay? This could get nuts.

The other issue is why would Da Raidahs trade Randy Moss after he just drafted Russell? That makes absoluetly no sense at all.

12:28 PM EST: According to the draft value chart the Falcons would have to swap first-round picks and give up both their second-round picks, as well as their third- and fourth-round picks.

Tampa Bay on the other hand, would only have to swap first-round picks and give up both a second- and a third-round pick.

All of this means that it will be much, much easier for the Bucs to get this deal done.

12:32 PM EST: The Detroit Lions pick Calvin Johnson. Don't hate, Lions fans. Yes, it's another receiver -- but he's also the best player in the draft. He could be a Pro Bowler as soon as next season. Let's wait and see if he stays a Lion. So far, the draft is shaping up just as we predicted.

12:37 PM EST: All signs point towards T Joe Thomas going to the Browns here, but with Peterson and Quinn still on the board, truly anything could go down.

12:42 PM EST: Who's that platinum-haired hoochie sitting next to Brady Quinn?

12:44 PM EST: The Cleveland Browns take Joe Thomas with the third pick. Quinn looked shocked. Berman called the pick "a curveball." Whatever. I knew Thomas was the pick. 100% so far.

12:46 PM EST: I'll be very surprised if Gaines Adams doesn't go to the Bucs here. A trade could happen, but I highly doubt it. Peterson also could go to the Bucs and the Brady Quinn draft slide has officially begun.

12:51 PM EST: Why is Thomas fishing today? What an ####.

12:56 PM EST: The Tampa Bay Buccaneers go with Gaines Adams. We are still 100%.

12:59 PM EST: This is where the draft could get tricky. We have Levi Brown going to the Cards, but they could go with a number of guys -- Landry, Okoye, Peterson, etc...

1:05 PM EST: The Arizona Cardinals reach for Levi Brown. We are on fiya! Still 100% accurate.

1:07 PM EST: Either Rachel Nichols didn't sleep last night or she's extremely committed to her job. She's still hot, though.

1:10 PM EST: Let's see what the Skins do here. Okoye would keep us perfect.

1:16 PM EST: Well, damn. Everybody is saying Landry is going here. We'll see in a minute. And Keyshawn has me ready to switch over to the NFL Network. He is awful.

1:19 PM EST: The Washington Redskins do indeed take S LaRon Landry. Our first whiff. I think the Vikes have to, have to, have to take A.P. here. Personally, I feel he is the second-best player in this draft.

As far as the Chiefs are concerned, it looks like Staley could be gone by the time we pick after Brown went early. No corners or defensive tackles have gone off the board yet, though.

1:29 PM EST: The Minnesota Vikings do #### Adrian Peterson. Six of seven so far. Great pick for the Vikes. A.P. and Chester will form a sick tandem.

1:34 PM EST: I'm thinking Okoye goes to the Dirty Birds here.

1:41 PM EST: Wah waahh wee whoa! Jamal Anderson is the Atlanta Falcons' pick. I'm shocked. The good news is that no defensive tackles have gone 1/4 of the way through the first.

1:46 PM EST: I also cover the Phins here locally, so I have a pretty good read on them. I'm thinking Quinn all the way this late.

1:50 PM EST: The Miami Dolphins select... WR Tedd Ginn? Holy s@#%! More on this in a sec...

1:54 PM EST: Call me crazy, but if Quinn is still there at 14, I think the Chiefs should give the Panthers a ring and see what the cost of moving up would be. I've heard that they want to move back, so it could actually be a possibility.

As for the last pick, I cannot believe the Dolphins. Do Cam Cameron and Randy Mueller actually like their jobs? Ginn was an awful, terrible pick there.

1:56 PM EST: Also, does this indicate that the Trent Green trade is all but done?

2:07 PM EST: The Houston Texans restore order and grab DT Amobi Okoye. This is a great pick for them, as they pair this draft's best DT with last year's best DE -- "Super" (kind of, I guess) Mario Williams.

As for Brady Quinn, he keeps on slippin'. Just how far can he slide? I think the 49ers go DE here, maybe Carriker, but I could be wrong. They won't pick Quinn, but a trade is possible.

DTs have started going off the board, but no CBs have gone yet. Could a Revis or Hall fall to the Chiefs at 23? That would be nice. Even Ross would be hard to pass on.

2:15 PM EST: Man, that Michael Smith is freakin' sharp. He totally predicted this Quinn freefall and he just made an outstanding observation about how much dough the Texans have spent on its D-line.

The Bills will probably go with Willis after the Niners' pick, but they could trade or reach for Marshawn ####.

2:18 PM EST: Steve Young aptly mentioned the Chiefs as a team that should be going after Quinn right now. Why not go get him, man?

2:21 PM EST: The San Fransisco 49ers just totally stole Patrick Willis out from under the Bills. Wow. The Bills actually might trade back. If we are seriously contemplating Quinn, now might be the time to go and get him.

2:28 PM EST: The legendary Bruce Smith announces that the Buffalo Bills reach on Marshawn ####. That's just not a good pick at the 12 spot. Wasn't anyone on the phone? I mean, Quinn is still there. My jaw is wide open. WTF? Go get him, King Carl. I like Brodie Croyle as much as the next guy, but he's not Brady Quinn. We've worked well with the St. Louis brass in the past, maybe we could get something done?

2:37 PM EST: What will the Rams do here? Probably pick a CB. I'm starting to think that maybe Quinn could even fall to us. I guess someone else could leapfrog us, or Jacksonville or Jerry Jones could take this kid, but he could end up there at 23. I think we should trade our fourth, and a future third maybe, to swap first-round picks with Green Bay and take him. This is the potential deal of a lifetime for the Chiefs, and I think that even with other pressing needs we'd be stupid to pass on the chance to draft Quinn this late in round one.

2:42 PM EST: The St. Louis Rams select Adam Carriker. Excellent pick for them, but I can't concentrate on other teams right now. Branch, Hall, Quinn and Revis are all still on the board nearly halfway through the first. This is unbelievable. I am really going to be depressed if we manage to mess this situation up.

2:48 PM EST: J-E-T-S... JETS, JETS, JETS! Kiper is absolutely right, the Jets are trading up to get a CB here, likely Hall. The Mangenius and Co. picked Kellen Clemons last year, so they don't need a QB at all. I'm salivating over Quinn and Revis right now. I've completely forgotten about my boy Justin Harrell at this point.

3:00 PM EST: The New York Jets took Darrelle Revis. The Mangenius really proved his nickname with that shrewd move.

Hall and Quinn are still available. What do we do here? Jacksonville could take Quinn and Cincy would more than likely take Hall. If we want one of those guys we'll have to move up.

The Pittsburgh Steelers just selected Lawrence Timmons. They've always liked him, so that comes as no surprise.

This might be the spot to trade up to if we want either Hall or Quinn, and we'd be crazy not to want those guys this late.

3:06 PM EST: This is an amazing feeling right now. Just a exhilarating rush of adrenaline. What am I talking about? The quickly growing Brady Quinn "what if?" I can see him wearing the Red, White and Gold inside my head right now. It will probably never happen, but it's damn fun to imagine the scenario. At least for me it is...

3:19 PM EST: The Green Bay Packers swipe Justin Harrell. My main man is off the board. Oh well, while I love Harrell, I'm pumped about Branch, Hall and Quinn. Even though I've been tough on Branch in the past, at 23 he is great value.

Now Jacksonville might very well take Quinn, so if we want him this would be the time to go get him. Otherwise, looking at the teams that follow -- Cincinnati, Tennessee, the New York Giants and Denver -- we might be able to get Quinn at our spot. I would be very worried about Jerry Jones taking him, though, so we would probably have to swap with the 'Boys.

3:24 PM EST: The beepin' Broncos just traded up. I'm too mad to even type right now. Probably for Branch, though. Maybe Nelson. I hope.

King Carl is one cool customer if he's just playing roulette with this thing and waiting for the perfect player to slide to 23. I would've traded up by now. In Carl we trust?

3:37 PM EST: The Denver Broncos trade throw away a third- and sixth-round pick to move up four spots and get DE Jarvis Moss. Who was going to take him before their pick? They are crazy. I don't even like him. That was the best-case scenario for us. LMAO at Mike Shanahan!!

I 'm getting winded, man. So pumped right now. Branch, Hall... QUINN

3:40 PM EST: As suspected, the Cincinnati Bengals steal Leon Hall. Great player, great character, great pick.

Now, we need to work out a deal with the Giants. Otherwise Jacksonville or Dallas will surely take Quinn. That is if King Carl even wants him. I'm starting to wonder. However, if any GM has the authority to pick a guy like Quinn, it's Peterson. We'll know in the next hour. I guess he could still slip. If Jacksonville moved back how bad can they really want Quinn?

I'm sorry to tell all the Chiefs fans who voted for him, but I think the Titans go with WR Dwayne Bowe here.

3:46 PM EST: You know, we shouldn't blink at trading a third and a sixth to move up to 20 and get Quinn, especially since we will definitely be getting at least a sixth from the Phins for Green. The Ginn pick really gave away what Miami intends to do.

3:50 PM EST: Holy reacheration, Batman, the Tennessee Titans just picked Michael Griffin ahead of Reggie Nelson with the 19th pick. Did that really just happen!?!?

BRADY QUINN! BRADY QUINN! BRADY QUINN!!

At this point, why the hell not. This is a gift, folks.

4:00 PM EST: The New York Giants select CB Aaron Ross. Nice pick, G-Men.

ESPN just reported that the Chiefs will take Quinn at 23 if he falls, but that teams are trying to trade up and leapfrog us. King Carl must have balls of steel. I would have moved up long ago.

4:07 PM EST: I knew it. I knew it. The Jacksonville Jaguars traded back knowing they would still get a safety, and they take the best one available -- Reggie Nelson.

This is so nerve wracking, man. My phone is just blowing up. I can't talk right now, people! Jerry Jones and King Carl scare the hell out of me. What would be worse? The 'Boys taking Quinn right in front of us? Or King Carl passing him up?

4:24 PM EST: The Cleveland Browns completely screw us and trade up to get Brady Quinn. Does this define what it's like to be a Chiefs fan or what? I am speechless. Well, we're on the clock. I'm just devastated. It's not even that I love Quinn that much, I just think he's a can't-miss prospect at 23.

Once again, King Carl's stubbornness hurts us. There. I said it.

Here is what I am really mad about -- Dallas just received a 2007 second and 2008 first for doing nothing. We were so close to receiving that very same compensation. Damn. And we could've gone up to 17 for a third and a sixth. Looks like King Carl didn't even want him. Too bad.

I'm not looking forward to becoming even more disappointed here in the next seven minutes or so.

4:42 PM EST: The Kansas City Chiefs finally, finally, finally pick a first-round WR, and a good one, in Dwayne Bowe. I feel pretty good, really. I think we may have even acted like we wanted Quinn so that Bowe would slip to us. This might even be a ringing endorsement for Brodie from Carl, Herm and Co. I know that I talked up both Branch and Jarrett, but when we got to 23 they, along with Staley and Houston, really scared me. Meachem scared me the most. I'm not upset whatsoever about this pick. The offense will have no excuses next year with Bowe in the fold. I have big-time expectations for this kid, no matter who is throwing the football to him. Much, much more coming on Bowe later. We will even be doing a radio broadcast later on breaking down all the Chiefs day-one picks.

4:45 PM EST: It seems like Chiefs fans are upset. Don't be. Dwayne Bowe is a player with tremendous physical attributes. He's big, strong and fast. One of the best things about him is that he is an outstanding blocker. Seriously, he could end up being a bigger, speedier Hines Ward eventually. Give this pick a chance. It is much less risky than picking Branch, Houston, Meachem or Staley, and corners, DTs and O-lineman will be there in the next two rounds. For now, let's just chill out and let this pick sink in. Two words -- Tamba Hali. Two more words -- have faith.

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Last weekend we picked for the Chiefs in a first-round mock draft over at FoxSports.com’s blog community. The draft was crazy, a little too crazy at times considering Tedd Ginn Jr. went third overall and Amobi Okoye went 21st. Still, it was a fairly accurate reflection of how the draft could go.When it came time for us to make the 23rd pick lots of receivers — Calvin Johnson, Dwayne Jarrett, Robert Meachem, Steve Smith, and Ted Ginn Jr. — were already off the board. We looked long and hard at selecting Dwayne Bowe there, who we like, but ultimately decided that we were going with a cornerback. After all, Pat Surtain and Ty Law aren’t getting any faster or younger. With only one CB previously selected, Michigan’s Leon Hall, we were torn between Pittsburgh’s Darrelle Revis and Texas’ Aaron Ross.

After reading all kinds of scouting reports, reviewing stats and watching as much YouTube footage as we could find for each player, we decided that Revis was the pick. What impresses us the most about Revis is that he wasn’t surrounded by the talent that Hall or Ross was last season, but was respected by opposing coaches even more. Revis claims to have only been thrown at 15 times last season, with two picks and only one mistake (a touchdown-saving pass interference call). A smart player who not only has the requisite size (6'0?, 200 lbs.), smarts and speed (4.38 40 at Pittsburgh’s pro day) to be a shutdown NFL corner, but also the swagger. You know, that Deion Sanders-Champ Bailey “don’t even think about throwing at me” attitude.

Revis also returns punts — well. That’s all I need to say, the video below will say the rest. And since Dante Hall has seemingly lost his touch, it might be nice to have another potent return specialist on the roster. Just in case we decide to let Hall walk.

We have become truly infatuated with Revis here at ArrowheadAddict.com. Hopefully, the Chiefs will be lucky, and smart, enough to draft him later this month.

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Zach and I suspected that this could possibly be an April Fool's joke, and with no other sites reporting Warpaint Illustrated's Jeff George-Chiefs story at this hour, it looks like that's exactly what the report was. Too bad. I actually got somewhat pumped about George donning the red, white and gold, even if half of my reasoning was based solely on the entertainment value of the situation.

Honestly, it was a pretty good little joke, considering that the site is typically reliable and that the Chiefs adding George is somewhat of a possibility. Hey, it was a much better prank than people on MySpace.com posting bulletins stating that Johnny Depp had died of a heart attack. Couldn't they muster anything better? Anyway, Warpaint halfway got us, but hopefully by us posting this we took some people along for the ride as well. Remember, Truman Sports Complex is located in Missouri, and Missouri loves company. Now I am even more determined to help get Whitlock's boy on a roster!

("George Watch" is an ongoing feature over at ArrowheadAddict.com)

What started out with me jokingly speculating that aging and unemployed QB Jeff George may wind up with the Kansas City Chiefs is no longer just a joke or even merely speculation. WarpaintIllustrated.com is reporting that George and the Chiefs agreed to a one-year deal Saturday night, making the Chiefs George's eighth NFL team. I thought that George would be back in the league, albeit most likely only briefly. I absolutely did not expect for him to really end up a Chief. I only expected his boy and KC Star columnist Jason Whitlock to suggest it to Chiefs GM "King" Carl Peterson. But King Carl actually signed George! As far as how shocked I am, on a scale of 10 I'm a 17.

If this is true, the next logical question is what incriminating pictures of King Carl does Whitlock possess? Last year, after two years of heavy campaigning from Whitlock, Herm Edwards barely convinced King Carl to make a no-brainer move and finally ink veteran star CB Ty Law. Now Carl signs George without even a peep from Whitlock? Unbelievable. Whitlock has to have something on Carl Peterson. I'm just convinced of it. Either that or George really did a helluva JaMarcus Russell impersonation and rocket-armed the ball all over the field in a workout.

If this is really true, what does it mean? Is a Trent Green move on the horizon (I've heard Miami really wants to get a deal done soon)? Is George actually going to see any burn? Or is he simply here to hold a clipboard and mentor Green's likely heir apparent -- Brodie Croyle? And what does this mean for Damon Huard, the Chiefs interim QB? Will George even still be on the roster come opening day? I guess only time will tell. Until then, we'll keep you posted with "George Watch".

What is “The Cut List?” It is a new feature that we are running over at ArrowheadAddict.com (occasionally, I will post over here as well), in which I vent my own and other Chiefs fans’ frustrations by listing the top-three current Chiefs who deserve to get their worthless #### cut the most. For good measure, I also absolutely tear them a new one. Hey, they deserve it. They are the ones who are getting paid millions of dollars to suck, not us. Without further ado….

1. DT Ryan Sims - Right now, Sims is the undisputed king of the cut list. However, in his defense he has been exactly what Carl Peterson and the gang drafted him to be with the sixth-overall pick back in the 2002 NFL Draft — a space-eating legion and disruptive force. Too bad the only space he’s eaten has been salary cap space and the only thing he’s disrupted has been his defensive teammates, who constantly have had to overcompensate for Sims’ poor play since his arrival. The worst thing about Sims is that we didn’t cut our losses and give up on him long ago… and we still haven’t! I tell you what, if I see this guy at an airport carrying more shopping bags than any man ever should (My brother and I have both seen him — in Orlando and Phoenix, respectively — with a hal####ozen shopping bags and gear fresher than the stuff Jay-Z sports. And no, there wasn’t a woman with him.) I will flat out lose it. I’m sick of Sims getting paid big-time bucks to play his embarrassing brand of defense. I’d rather see the money given to his charity or flushed down the toilet. The day he is cut will be a glorious day for all Chiefs fans.

2. DE Eric Hicks - As I pointed out the other day in a “Chiefs Fix” post, Hicks recorded only seven tackles last year and is set to make $7.9 million over the next three seasons. At that rate, our beloved Chiefs will be paying him around $250,000, a cool quarter mil, for every tackle he records. I don’t even have a metaphor for that level of futility. All I know is that with defensive ends Jared Allen (tentatively, I suppose) and Tamba Hali on the roster, Hicks and his huge salary put the “E” in expendable. To quote the Bobs from “Office Space”, “Naga… Naga… Naga… Not gonna work here anymore.” “Gone!”

3. S Greg Wesley - Here is another guy that just makes my stomach quiver. Completely blowing, like former Chiefs D-back Jason Belser did, is one thing. The ####-poor attitude that Wesley brings to the field every Sunday is another. How many times have we seen him completely quit on a play, usually ceding a touchdown to the opposition (remember Shannon Sharpe… Tiki Barber… Mark Clayton… and on and on and on)? How many times have we seen him go for the knockout hit and completely miss the ball carrier? How many times have we seen him just run by a ball carrier, matador-style, then shake his head? He has to go. I seriously hope that the organization’s faith in Page and Pollard and the signing of McGraw means a pink slip for old G-Wes. My disdain for Wesley is so great that we will soon be running another feature specifically dedicated to this defensive turnstile.

The three players on this list will be extremely tough to supplant, but I’d like to hear some opinions from our readers on which Chiefs should be cut. Fire away…

I’ve quit watching the NFL preseason. As an NFL junkie, I recognize that might be considered blasphemous. I don’t care. I can’t take it any longer.

What have I been doing? I’ve been suckered into watching Bravo’s Project Runway and Work Out. I’ve been taking advantage of my Blockbuster Online membership. I’ve been working on my stuff that, unlike the NFL preseason, might actually matter in the long run. I’ve even been doing the dishes. I’ve been doing anything, and I mean anything, that I possibly can to avoid being bored to death by three-plus-quarters-of-scrubs football. Why? This is why:

Point blank—preseason football is worthless.

Household names like T.O., Tom Brady, Ray Lewis, and L.T. barely even lace up their cleats during the preseason these days, and when they do it’s usually for one scoring drive or one 3-and-out. Out of harms way for most of four quarters, that is. And nobody misses the few highlights star players make during the nanoseconds that they actually do strap on their chinstraps, at least halfway, and play. All of those plays and some serious filler are shown over, and over, and over on Sportscenter. And even if the magnificent moves of the NFL preseason do make you “ewwwwww” and “ahhhhhh,” should they?

During the NFL preseason, T.O. stands for “Time Off.”

Do big preseason plays, hell, even preseason wins amount to anything more substantial once the exhibition games are over? Not really.

I’m no statmonger, but I can’t recall the last time an undefeated preseason team ripped through the NFL regular season like a Hulk Hogan T-shirt on their way to winning the Superbowl. In fact, sometimes it seems like the exact opposite happens with higher frequency. Teams that are established contenders and don’t have anything to really prove during the preseason tend to take it easy during the throwaway exhibition games.

Don’t believe me? The Oakland Raiders’ first string has looked absolutely pathetic thus far. Still, the Raiders are somehow 3-0 in preseason play. Meanwhile, the defending Superbowl Champion Pittsburgh Steelers are 0-2. Who actually thinks the Shell-shocked Raiders are better than the Cowher-powered Steelers? I’m definitely not raising my hand.

I’m a die-harder-than-Bruce-Willis Kansas City Chiefs fan and I’m more excited about watching Greg Kinnear play #### Vermeil and Mark Wahlberg play special teams in Invincible than I am watching Herm Edwards play #### Vermeil and a bunch of no-namers play special teams for my Chiefs this August. For now I’ll just watch Sportscenter, check the injury reports, cram for my fantasy football leagues (we do it right—no preseason), and count down the days until the real NFL action begins. Hey, at least I’ll have Heidi Klum to keep me occupied.

Money money money money, Money…

For the love of money

People will steal from their mother

For the love of money

People will rob their own brother

For the love of money

People can't even walk the street

Because they never know who in the world they're gonna beat

For that lean, mean, mean green

Almighty dollar, money…

- From For The Love of Money by the O’Jays

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

It's funny that I just heard that song at the grocery store, because all last week I had money on the brain.

I picked up a second job (or third, really), to pull in some extra “mean green.” After all, it’s L.A.C. out here, an acronym that not only stands for “Los Angeles, California,” but also for “Livin’ Ain’t Cheap.” Gas is currently 3 bucks and 30 cents a gallon and up here in the City of Angels.

I tried to move my mobile phone service career from Sprint to the nifty new ESPN Mobile service. I changed my mind when I learned that the move alone would have cost me in excess of $400. The funny thing is that the phone would have been “free.”

I went to see Superman Returns, a $200 million movie partially based around Mr. Clean’s evil twin Lex Luthor’s lust for wealth. The super-hero flick has raked in a cool $84 million in its first five days.

Kevin Spacey holding a sliver of deadly "K####rypt-to-nite!"

I witnessed my beloved Indiana Pacers lose recently acquired star forward Peja Stojakovic to the New Orleans Hornets hours after the NBA’s free agency negotiating period begun. It was just weeks ago that Peja’s agent said that his client “would like to finish his career as a Pacer." I guess the Hornets’ absurd 5-year, $64 million contract offer changed his mind.

Method Man said it best; Cash indeed does “rule everything around me.”

Killing Like Kryptonite

In the Superman series, Kryptonite is a green element lethal to Superman. Much like Kryptonite, money is the green element that can be lethal for both sports and the film industry.

You see, it isn’t the ESPN Mobile debacle, gas prices, or even the cost of living that has me outraged. I came to the conclusion long ago that the world does indeed revolve around money. It’s money’s influence of my two other favorite worlds, sports and the film industry, that’s put my boxers in a bunch.

The Stojakovic example was just the latest example of exemplary greed. I wasn’t pissed because he isn’t coming back to the Pacers. Honestly, he’s vastly overrated. I’m pissed that it only took him one hour to decide that money was more important than loyalty or success. It’s been going on for quite some time, and I’m sick of it.

The NBA is a financial train wreck. In last week’s NBA Draft the Seattle Sonics flushed a top ten pick down the toilet by selecting no-namer Mouhamed Saer Sene and the Phoenix Suns simply donated away two quality late first-round picks. Both moves were cost-cutting procedures. On the flip side, The Denver Nuggets just signed 23-year-old Brazilian forward Nene to a deal worth $60 million. Nene is coming off a season-ending knee injury and his career-high season averages are 11.8 points and 6.5 rebounds per game. Sounds like a $60-million investment to me.

The NBA isn’t the only sports league dominated by moolah. In MLB New York Yankees Owner George Steinbrenner has amassed a 2006 player payroll of $198.7 million. Meanwhile, David Glass, the wicked man that owns my Kansas City Royals, is cheaper than Wal-Mart, the company he used to run.

Dough has the NFL by the gonads, too. The owners of the Atlanta Falcons, Dallas Cowboys, and Washington Redskins annually shell out crazy cake in pursuit of the Super Bowl. Meanwhile, my Kansas City Chiefs, er, “Cheaps,” have a spendthrift owner in Lamar Hunt. Hunt only does enough to put a playoff contender out on the field. In Kansas City, where BBQ and football are king, that fills the seats. But the Chiefs haven’t won a playoff game in an eternity. Sign CB Ty Law already. The Chiefs have been a cash cow and the fans are dying for a playoff run.

Meanwhile, the film industry has been corrupted by cash perhaps even more than sports.

How else can you define an industry in which it is easier to get CHiPs starring Wilmer Valderrama greenlit than Best Picture Crash?

Yo Momma is the only one who thinks you can act.

Hollywood is safe. Yes, great films are still being made, but only sparsely. It’s hard to make art when everything is based on projections and formulas. Hell, this is the industry that is giving us yet another Rocky movie instead of a biopic of Joe Lewis or Rocky Marciano. Do I really want to see a punch-drunk 60-year-old Sly Stallone don the gloves one more time? But Rocky 6 is guaranteed to make bank, so it gets shot, chopped, scored, and shoved down our throats.

I’m just sick of everything revolving around money.

Auteur Orson Welles didn’t compose his masterpiece Citizen Kane because of cash considerations.

Hall of Fame Running Back Jim Brown didn’t punish defenders aplenty for the purse.

The Man of Steel didn't slip on his suit because of a super-sized Metropolis salary.

They did it for the love of the game.

I guess I just long for a return to those days and still have that “love of the game.” For both sports and film. Sometimes I wonder—“does anyone else?”

The name’s not Seacrest… it’s Best.

The Host - Adam Best (NGS II Finalist (eliminated), Writer/Filmmaker/Actor)

Panelist – Ty Hildenbrandt (FOXSports.com Writer and NGS I Winner, Online Radio Personality)

Panelist – Norcalfella (NGS I Finalist, The FOXSports.com Blog Community’s “People’s Champ”)

Panelist – Belle of the Ball (NGS II Finalist (active), Jill of all Trades: Actress, Writer, Reality TV Personality, etc…)

Panelist – BlutoBlutarsky (NGS III Front Runner, The Hardest Working Blogger Around)

Adam: Last Sunday my girlfriend was watching E!’s Stranded With A Star. At first, I thought it was a rather stupid concept, but I decided to give it a shot anyway. 10 minutes later I was hooked. That’s when I decided to call upon some of FOXSports.com's Blog Community’s finest to be panelists and help me bring Stranded With A Star: Sports Edition to the Internet. Like the show, both my panelists and I will vote and select a star from each match-up.

Here’s the concept: You are stranded on an island and can only pick one star from each match-up to be stranded with. If the match-up is your same sex, step into the shoes of the opposite sex as well while making your decision. This star could serve as a friend or a lover or a partner or even as an enemy… the proverbial ball is truly in your court.

The List

1. Hottest Female Athlete: Indy Driver Danica Patrick or Softball Superstar Jennie Finch?

Adam: Patrick… I’m a brunette man. Besides, I also have a feeling that Danica will be much more useful on the island. Plus, after seeing that Gatorade commercial, I’ve decided that Jennie’s head is just too damn big.

Norcalfella: Finch… Danica would spend all her time trying to make a car, which isn’t all that important on a one-square-mile island. No thanks; I’ll dial 867-5309 on my Survivor Shane imaginary BlackBerry. Imagine Finch hurling coconuts at wild animals. Perfect hunter.

Ty: Finch…. Nothing wards off potentially dangerous ####, alligators, and other critters like a 100 mph coconut to the head.

Our Pick: Blondes have more fun… Jennie Finch 3-2

2. Golden Boy Showdown: 3-Time Champ Tom Brady or Heisman Winner Matt Leinart?

Adam: Leinart… Simply because even Paris is less annoying than those five hogs that are always attached to Brady’s hip. Plus, we could try to sell his Heisman Trophy to some pirates for a lift.

Belle: Brady… Oh God, I have to choose? Since I’m still bitter about Matt’s latest “romp,” I’ll take Brady over Leinart simply because Brady has taste and dates real models versus wannabes and reality stars like Paris Hilton and Kristin Cavalleri.

Bluto: Leinart… As a Buffalo guy, I would prefer to be tied down and forced to watch Tara Reid in Urban Legend 1,000 consecutive times than to be on the same island with Tom Brady. I pick Matt and hope he hooks me up with Paris’ sister Nicky whenever we get back.

Our Pick: Trojan Man… Matt Leinart 3-2

3. Sexiest Tennis Sister: Short and stacked Serena or vertically-blessed Venus Williams?

Adam: Venus… She seems more ladylike and, unlike Serena, she probably couldn’t kick my ####.

Belle: Neither… ugh… neither… can we say “Amazon?” Both are too intense for my taste. Having physically bumped into one in NYC, let’s just say, "I was scared!"

Norcalfella: Serena… Has to be Serena, another man on the island would be helpful around camp.

Our Pick: Two sisters for the price of one… Tie 2-2-0

4. The “Air” Apparent: Kobe “Mamba” Bryant or LeBron “King” James or Dwyane “Flash” Wade?

Adam: Kobe… Anyone who can score 81 points in today’s NBA would find a way to get us off that rock. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be a trial when we returned.

Belle: Wade… Wow… I used to think I knew the answer to this, but after watching the Heat play in the Playoffs, Wade’s stock is rising. If I went off something purely superficial, say, looks—there is something damn sexy about Wade that reminds me of Jordan.

Bluto: LeBron… Can we include Shawn Kemp in this group? If one chick happens to find her away around he can populate the entire island. If not I’ll go with LeBron. He carried the entire Cavs on his back. Surely he can carry me around if I grow weary.

Ty: None of the above… Dwight Howard. Metal from his orthodontic retainer could be melted and molded into a trap for catching small game and large fish.

Our Pick: Flash to the rescue… Dwyane Wade 2-1-1-0

5. Hottest Ex-Sports Wife: Ex-Mrs. Justice Halle Berry or Ex-Mrs. Fox Vanessa Williams?

Bluto: Vanessa… I’m an old school cat. Back in 1984 when I was in seventh grade, Penthouse became my first nudy magazine purchase (Well sorta, someone bought it for me). Not coincidentally, Vanessa was on the cover. I’ve been obsessed ever since.

Norcalfella: Vanessa…. Watching Halle get nasty with Billy Bob destroyed the fantasy. Vanessa moving from Laker player to Laker fan might be a massive downgrade, but after months of being stranded I think I could woo her into some island love.

Ty: Halle… Could potentially do that crazy telekinetic trick from X-Men and turn a scary experience into a nice little Saturday.

Our Pick: Eraser Girl upsetting Catwoman… Vanessa Williams 3-2

6. Best Friends: Likely Finals MVP Dirk Nowitzki or Back-to-Back MVP Steve Nash?

Adam: Dirk… I’m German, he’s German. If we found any beer (preferably Beck’s or Warsteiner) we’d be set. Besides, Nash’s nasty finger licking habit would get old. I’d want to slap the dude.

Belle: Dirk… Because Germany is an awesome place to party and I can just imagine hitting up ‘Tanz-Palast’ in Düsseldorf and throwing back a few Vodka-Red Bulls and dancing like idiots until 6AM and grabbing donner kebab on the way home before crashing at sunrise.

Norcalfella: Nash... If there are any primates on the island I envision him organizing them into a basketball team for some instant entertainment.

Our Pick: Just like his hero Hasselhoff on Baywatch… Dirk Nowitzki 3-2

7. Soccer’s Biggest Star: "The Phenomenon" Ronaldo or Bad Boy David Beckham?

Adam: Beckham… After Brazil President Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva called Ronaldo fat, I’m rolling with Posh ####e’s man. I never thought that I’d say that, but I don’t want Ronaldo sitting on his #### and eating up all of my grub.

Bluto: Ronaldo… Here’s what I know about soccer: A bunch of friends and I get drunk and my one buddy starts talking about soccer and what a good goalie he was. Collectively we try to assure him soccer isn’t a sport unless you live in Argentina. One thing leads to another, and we’re in the backyard booting soccer balls at him against an imaginary net (garage). I just flipped a coin.

Ty: Beckham… His mere absence from the English soccer scene would undoubtedly trigger a media frenzy that would unleash the world's biggest manhunt and pave the way for my eventual return back to the civilized world.

Our Pick: Bend it with Beckham… David Beckham 4-1

8. From Russia With Love: Model/Ex-Tennis Pro Anna Kournikova or Tennis Pro/Model Maria Sharapova?

Adam: Anna… She had me at the Marilyn Monroe shot. Sure, maybe Maria is the better player, but what does that have to do with being stranded on an island?

Bluto: Maria… A former girlfriend bought me an Enrique Iglesias CD. I recently burned it. I’m not too fond of Sergei Fedorov. Didn’t Anna use up Pavel Bure too? Way too much baggage for my liking. In my fantasy world, every chick is saving herself for me.

Norcalfella: Anna… Because in the unlikely event we are able to fashion a tennis court I would want to win.

Our Pick: Substance over style… Maria Sharapova 3-2

9. Laker Fans Double Feature: Jack Nicholson or Leonardo DiCaprio; Salma Hayek or Gwen Stefani?

Adam: Leo & Gwen… Jack’s too old to contribute and Leo proved his resourcefulness in Catch Me If You Can and his toughness in Gangs of New York. As for the ladies, I’ll roll with Leo’s The Aviator co-star (if you can even call it that) Gwen. I like Salma, but Gwen’s style puts her over the top.

Belle: Jack & Gwen… Fine conversation should always be accompanied with good music.

Ty: Jack & Salma… Nicholson's industrial-strength sunglasses could be stolen and used against dangerous UV rays and driving sandstorms, while Hayek.... ahhh... I would pay to be on a deserted island with Hayek. Plus, Leo had his big chance on a deserted island in The Beach, and that didn't work out so well.

Our Picks: No Doubt, this is As Good As It Gets… Jack Nicholson 4-1 & Gwen Stefani 3-2

10. Gridiron Guapos: Tight End Extraordinaire Tony Gonzalez or Sackmaster Jason Taylor?

Adam: Gonzalez… Gonzo’s my boy. He’s a lifelong Chief and might as well be the mayor of my birthplace—Kansas City. How can I go against him? I can’t.

Belle: Taylor… No clue. They both have foundations. They both have awesome six-packs. Maybe Taylor because Miami seems more sexy than Kansas City and an easier place to be a bona fide “ladies man.”

Ty: Taylor… The only choice here that didn't kill my fantasy team the last two seasons. Thanks for nothing, Gonzo.

Our Pick: We’ve gone Gonzo… Tony Gonzalez 3-2

11. Outfield Eye Candy: National Hero Ichiro Suzuki or Hired Gun Johnny Damon?

Adam: Ichiro… Unlike Damon, he doesn’t “act like Judas” or “throw like Mary.” Also, Ichiro could hit a fruit fly with a coffee straw blindfolded. He'd be an awesome hunting wingman.

Bluto: Damon… But only if A-Rod can be there as well. You see, I’m no longer a Yankees fan (go Royals) and I would love to see Damon pass out from the sweltering island heat, which in turn would force A-Rod to give him mouth-to-mouth with his big, bright purple lips.

Norcalfella: Damon… Just to watch the beard grow back.

Ty: Damon… Could regrow his "####" hairstyle and make friends with the native animals of the island, which would be vital to any long-term stay.

Our Pick: “####” Savant… Johnny Damon 3-2

12. Lookin' Fine on the Sideline: Jillian Barberie or Lisa Guerrero or Suzy Kolber or Bonnie Bernstein or Rachel Nichols or Pam Oliver or Melissa Stark or any other woman sports reporter you fancy?

Adam: Barberie… Any of these fine women would be a huge upgrade over Wilson the Volleyball, but her brand of meteorology could make any man tune in. How’s this for a forecast: Clear skies, lots of sun, 100% chance of Jillian.

Belle: Guerrero… None of them! Belle of the Ball is positioned to come in and blow the competition away… once someone finally gives her a contract! To be fair, Lisa G. is a mentor of mine and having followed much of her advice, I have to give it to a woman who had the guts to pose for Playboy at age 40. That’s inspiration!

Norcalfella: Bernstein… B squared by far. I admit to leering at her at the Oakland Coliseum on more than one occasion. Plus, when she worked NFL games her preparation was impeccable so we'd talk football incessantly.

Ty: Two words: Erin Andrews. The only sideline reporter who seems like the Cool Chick you knew in college that liked Madden '04 and the edited version of Major League II.

Our Pick: Case of the Mondays… Lisa Guerrero 2-1-1-1

Adam: Well, that’s a wrap. First, I want to thank my panelists for their huge contributions. You all did an excellent job.

Now, I want to hear the rest of your opinions. Go down the list and vote, and feel free to say why you made those decisions. I will do a special post to announce the readers’ choices sometime mid-week. Also, I want to hear what match-ups you would like to see on Stranded With A Star: Sports Edition II. Let me know, because your pick might just make the cut.

Last week I wrote this blog post, “David Blaine: Pushing the boundaries of sport”, that became somewhat controversial within the Fox Sports Blog community. Some readers liked the post, while others did not. Some readers understood my point of view and what I was trying to accomplish. Those readers tended to enjoy the piece. Others did not understand my aim and voiced their disapproval. One reader even went as far as calling the post “asinine” and the “most absurd and insulting thing” that he had ever read. At first, some of the criticism and comments got to me. Then I remembered an exchange between Matt Damon and Robin Williams from Good Will Hunting that really put things into perspective for me…

Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will: No.

Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.

They may not be kids, but you get the point. A few people read my blog and thought that they had me pegged, just like Will thought he had Sean pegged after seeing his painting. Not hardly. Look at this comment for example:

“Some people are just smart enough to be jaded, because they actually pay attention to the world around them, and don't take themselves and others so seriously.”

Smart enough to be jaded? That is the most sad and pathetic statement that I have ever heard. I live in L.A. and because of that people totally expect me to be jaded. I am the farthest thing from being jaded. That’s why I am out here, pursuing and living my dreams. I believe in myself . I believe this is truly the land of opportunity. I believe that God made us to be extraordinary, not extra ordinary. I also believe that not everybody is simply in it for the money. Some of us, hopefully many of us, are doing what we do strictly because we are passionate about our craft. Most of all, I believe that great things can, and often do, happen.

As a sports fan I share a very similar philosophy. How can I possibly be jaded after what I have witnessed?

George Mason making the final four. Tom Brady, a sixth round draft pick, out-Montana-ing Joe himself. The 1980 U.S. Hockey Team. Michael Jordan, who was cut from his high school team, going on to become the greatest basketball player of all time. Kerri Strug. Cal Ripken’s iron-man streak of playing in like a million games in a row. The Doug Flutie hail mary. Kobe scoring 81. Christian Laettner’s catch-and-shoot buzzer beater. Derrick Thomas recording seven sacks in one game as a tribute to his late father. The improbable 2003 World Champion Florida Marlins (special thanks to Steve Bartman). John Elway’s drive. And most of all, autistic high school basketball manger Jason McElwain finally getting his shot and raining threes on his way to putting up 20 points in a mere four minutes.

And that’s just from the top of my head. If that’s not enough, I have two examples that are a little more intimate. One of my boyhood hero, and another one that I witnessed in person.

The Knick-Killer Thriller

The first example is my boyhood hero Reggie Miller. On May 7, 1995 Miller—who had to wear Forrest Gump brackets on his legs as a boy to correct leg deformities—pulled off the most amazing thing that I have ever seen take place on a basketball court. What makes it even more amazing is that he accomplished this on basketball’s biggest stage, Madison Square Garden aka “The World’s Most Famous Arena”, in a playoff game. In the waning seconds of the game, Miller’s Indiana Pacers trailed their biggest rivals, the New York Knicks, by six. Everyone thought that the game was over. Everyone in the crowd. Everyone watching the game on TV. Everyone playing in the game. Everyone. Everyone except Miller.

BAM! He nailed a three. Then he stole the ensuing inbounds pass from Knicks guard Greg Anthony… BLAM! Another triple. Suddenly, the game was tied. Spike Lee and every other Knicks fan in the house had been silenced. Knicks guard John Starks was fouled. He stepped up to the line and… missed the first free throw… and the second. Choke job. Miller somehow snagged the rebound away from all of the big fellas underneath the glasss and was fouled in the process. He chalked-up his hands, stepped up to the line and... nailed them both. Game over. Miller scored an insane 8 points in 8.9 second to lead the Pacers to an impossible victory that allowed them to ultimately win the series.

Most guys pop in Rocky I-IV (I am still in denial about the V and upcoming VI installments) when they need inspiration. Not me. I hop online and watch Reggie Miller go nuts. It reminds me that it’s truly never over until that last tick comes off of the game clock, both in the world of sports and in our own lives.

The Hall Way to a Sea of Red

Being born in Kansas City and raised in Missouri, I am a Kansas City Chiefs fanatic. Regardless of where I have lived since, which is all over this country, I always make it back to Arrowhead Stadium at least once every year. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Chiefs’ venue, you’d be hard-pressed to find a louder stadium with better fans anywhere in the NFL. That place is an 80,000-people-strong sea of red that blows the decimal meter to smithereens.

Last season the first game I went to was the fourth game against the Philadelphia Eagles. My brother Zach, an equally devoted Chiefs fan and a Kansas City resident at the time, had even scooped up two fifth-row endzone seats for us. We were jacked up to say the least. Our Chiefs were looking strong at 2-1 (the lone loss being at Denver on Monday Night Football) with both of our running backs, Priest Holmes and Larry Johnson, rolling. The Eagles were also 2-1 and had gone to the Super Bowl and nearly won the year before. This was a big game. The stadium was rockin’.

The Chiefs received the opening kickoff and came out on fire. Priest was having his way with the Philly defense and QB Trent Green and WR Eddie Kennison were hooking up right and left. The Chiefs built a 17-0 lead and worked the home fans into a frenzy. Zach and I were four big beers deep and were playfully jawing with some pretty cool Philly Fans that were wearing custom-printed Eagles “81” jerseys with nameplates that read “Misin-Linc” (which seem completely ridiculous now after Terrell Owens’ exodus from the “City of Brotherly Love”, but I digress).

Then the Chiefs blocked a 40-yard field goal and got the ball back with good field position. We thought the game was over. Then on 2-and-14 Green went to the well one too many times. He completely telegraphed a pass to Kennison that Eagles CB Sheldon Brown picked off and took to the house. The score was now 17-7. The crowd was dead quiet. My brother and I put both our beers and our heads down. Why, Trent? Why? This was a game again. The “Misin-Linc” crew was suddenly riled-up and talking smack to essentially the whole stadium (Especially to this vocal Chief’s fan who they kept calling Freddie Mitchell. Who, other than being black and having cornrows, looked nothing like Fred-Ex whatsoever.). We were worried. The defending NFC Champs were back within striking distance, and Philly was going to receive the ball to open up the second half. However, with 5 minutes left in the second quarter, there was still ample time for our Chiefs to score again and regain control of the game

It wouldn’t even take that long. Before my bro and I could even pick back up our beers, Chiefs Pro Bowl Return Specialist Dante Hall had broken the ankles of a few Eagles special teamers and was streaking down the field towards our endzone. When he hit the Eagles’ thirty-yard line we knew he was gone. We were already in the aisles going ballistic. Us, this Mexican dude and “Fred-Ex” were celebrating with each other like we had been best friends for twenty years. We were running up and down the aisles slapping hands with other Chiefs’ fans. I saw a soccer mom high-five a NASCAR fan. I saw a middle-aged yuppie embrace an iced-out teen. I saw a sixty-year-old man crowd surfing. While I was rejoicing I ran down the aisle and saw Dante Hall doing his patented “X-Factor” celebration while exclaiming “We’re Kansas City, baby!”

He was right, during that moment there were no colors, creeds, religions or sexes that separated the crowd from befriending one another. We were all the exact same thing—Kansas City red.

Blaine Revisited

I have witnessed countless moments like this both on TV and in person. I have seen sporting events, concerts, films, real life events, etc… both bring people of all walks together and inspire them. This is why I disagree with many of the comments that were made in response to my David Blaine post. As sports fans we all identify and connect with different players, teams and storylines. Those of us who are not jaded all believe in something. What that something is tends to depend on who we are as people. While Lance Armstrong may have touched a large portion of the world (and myself as well) by overcoming cancer to win one Tour de France after another, I personally connect with Blaine more. That was called “asinine.” Is it asinine that I relate to Blaine being inspired by his mother’s bout with cancer (my mother survived breast cancer)? Is it asinine that because of this inspiration that I, like Blaine, strive to be fearless in the pursuit of my dreams? Is it asinine that I also believe that the human mind, body and soul can accomplish amazing feats? No, no, and no.

That is one of the greatest things about both life and sports—there is something out there for each of us. There are so many stories out there that we can each connect with something. That’s what I love about sports blogging. Thousands among thousands of points of views, none are wrong. As for who inspires me sports wise, again it’s Reggie Miller, Dante Hall, and Jason McElwain. Three athletes that believe that they can overcome any obstacle they face, whether it be size, strength, physical disabilities or time left on a clock. Despite what one poster suggested, I do not idolize these athletes. I simply admire and look up to them and am man enough to admit that. They inspire me. So does my Mother, Blaine, Jay-Z, Barack Obama, Peter Jackson, Bono, Philip Seymour Hoffman, etc… but that’s just me.

Jason McElwain after his legendary performance... “I was really hotter than a pistol!”

I believe that people can be brought together. I believe that people can accomplish great feats. Most of all, I believe that sports often inspire both the union of various walks of people and remarkable achievements. After all, just take a moment and look at how many of us have been brought together here on this site, celebrating great accomplishments while we ourselves strive to achieve.

So, call me a wide-eyed romantic. Call me an optimist. Call me a freakin’ dreamer. Continue to criticize my blog. I don’t care. I won’t become a jaded person or sports fan and I won’t change my belief that sports can both empower us and bring us together. After all, it is my voice and my blog. I don’t have to be jaded, I can stir up the pot, and I can formulate my own opinion. Everyone can. Like Sean’s painting and the colors he chose, to each their own.

Golden Receivers

After drawing a schedule that includes matchups against many top-tier receivers—Chad Johnson, Larry Fitzgerald and Anquan Boldin, Hines Ward, Chris Chambers, Torry Holt, Darrell Jackson, Randy Moss and now Javon Walker—the Kansas City Chiefs cornerback situation is looking bleaker and bleaker as we approach this NFL season.

The San Diego Chargers, one of the Chiefs’ AFC West rivals, knew that facing so many talented receivers would be a daunting task. That’s why the Chargers selected CB Antonio Cromartie in the first round of last weekend’s NFL Draft.

Meanwhile, the Chiefs waited until Round Five to select a corner—Marcus Maxey of Miami. Ever heard of him? Neither had I.

As a result of passing on a cornerback in the opening rounds of the draft, the Chiefs have former Pro Bowler Patrick Surtain on one side, and, and, and… well, the other side is a bit more of a mystery. Potential replacements for the departed Eric Warfield (who seemed to ring up as many DUI’s as he did INT’s as a Chief) include recently re-signed nickel back Benny Sapp, free-agent addition Lenny Walls (who at 6’4” is the tallest corner in the NFL), and unproven commodities Julian Battle, Alphonso Hodge and Maxey.

That’s not going to get the job done this year. Especially considering that the Chiefs face both the Denver Broncos’ Walker and the Oakland Raiders’ Moss twice. If the Chiefs don’t sign a talented cornerback before the season starts, Kansas City fans can count on seeing a lot of highlights this season. Highlights of Walker and Moss. Highlights of Johnson endzone celebrations, Ward smiling, and Fitzgerald and Boldin high-fiving.

CB Ty Law and Chiefs Head Coach Herm Edwards

Bring in the Law

That is where free agent CB Ty Law comes in. The guy makes trips to the Pro Bowl look as routine as Kansas City sports columnist Jason Whitlock going to Gates BBQ (a K.C. staple). More importantly, Law has three championship rings and a good relationship with the Chiefs new Head Coach Herman Edwards. Basically, he already has the respect of both the players and the coaching staff. Most importantly, he has a clean bill of health and will be more than ready to play when the season starts. Law was still hobbled when the Chiefs were pursuing him during this point of last year’s off-season.

Singing Law to play alongside Surtain would give the Chiefs arguably the best cornerback tandem in the league. After drafting ferocious Penn State DE Tamba Hali last weekend, the addition of Law would finally give the Chiefs a defense to match its potent offense.

And don’t believe Chiefs President Carl Peterson when he acts like the Chiefs don’t have any money. I read today that not only are they not over the cap, but that they will have about $9 million in wiggle room to spend if the team chooses to. The spendthrift Chiefs need to ante up that coin and save the season by signing Law. After Kansas City residents approved to give millions of dollars to a project that will renovate the Chiefs' Arrowhead Stadium, the least the Chiefs can do in return is not be the "Cheaps."

It’s simple; if the Chiefs sign Law before the season they can compete in the AFC West and make a push for a Super Bowl birth. If the Chiefs decide to pass on Law, then it will be another disappointing season. There is no way that the Chiefs can win 10-plus games facing these receivers with only Surtain and also-rans to defend them. The Chiefs may have a new sheriff (Edwards) in town, but they still need the Law.