The man with a deeper and longer connection to the Chiefs than anyone ever, living or otherwise, approaches the locker room after another win. This is in San Diego, a place where Len Dawson played 12 games.
Those days are far enough back to stretch before the stadium now was built, and the stadium now is an outdated dump. That was a lifetime ago, really, back when he was still a Hall of Fame quarterback. Yes, it’s been a very good life.
A large man stands outside the door with his arms crossed, the posture screaming try me, but he smiles and extends his hand as Dawson approaches.