In the pile of boxes stacked in front of Chris Jones’ locker in the Chiefs’ facility was a small package with a St. Joseph postmark.
The defensive end sifted through the stack, grabbing the box. He popped open the taped edges with an urgency. As he peeled back the layer of wax paper underneath the lid, he lifted the box just inches from his nose
“Oh look at these bad boys,” he said, inhaling, before gesturing to everyone nearby. “Can you smell them? They smell so good, don’t then.
“Y’all want a cookie?”
And he was serious.