The Curse of Number 27

It seems that the Chiefs have finally done some housekeeping. They cut Larry Johnson today after he returned to the team following a 2 week suspension for making inflammatory gay comments on his Twitter account and then again to reporters the next day when members of the press asked him about it. That... And for all the other trouble he has gotten himself into during his storied career in Kansas City, including two different incidents last year involving women at nightclubs. Oh... And for being an insubordinate asshole. And... For almost breaking Priest Holmes's franchise rushing record. He was only 74 yards away, you know. Chief fans, who generally hate this horrid piece of human feces, would have been sick with anti-pride had he accomplished that. So much in fact, that if it had happened in Kansas City, the fans would have booed him. So it looks like Larry Johnson will be starting from scratch somewhere else. Good riddance! All's well in the land of the CHIEFS! Right?! Um... Wait a minute... Hold on... Uh-oh. Even though the Chiefs faithful are doing a victory dance tonight, the joy will be momentary, because this isn't going to end well. Why is that, you ask? Because you know that son of a bitch is going to land in the offensive backfield of some other AFC team real soon, probably in the West, and torment our defense for the next 3 or 4 years. Because being just 30 years old, Larry Johnson has at least that many good years left in him. And because he hates the Chiefs and their fans as much as the Chiefs and their fans hate him. Because he seems to fit the profile of a person who holds a long and meaningful grudge who is already plotting his revenge. Revenge that will be served cold... Like the frozen Arrowhead turf in late December... I hate to say it, but I don't share in the joy the other fans are having about this. I already know how this story is going to end. Larry Johnson is going to get the last laugh.