I never post in this blog during the off-season except for an occasional remark about what little I learned from the draft in April (which I didn't even bother with this year). I only post in August to make some pithy season preview remarks, and I'll surely put that together sometime soon.
The news from the previous month was about how the Chiefs would have to work out his contract if he was put on the year-long injury list, but this past couple of days Berry, his doctors, the trainers, and the Chiefs have been sharing that as far as right now, he has not only beaten his cancer, but that he's ready to play again this year.
Yesterday press conference, today workouts on the field with the team, tomorrow the -- the -- well, I guess let's just worry about the Texans September 13th.
That, friends, is nothing short of a miracle.
And with the greatest humility and wisdom and courage, the man deliberately kept us all from his progress because he simply wanted to beat the thing before he could even say a word about anything.
Yeah, whatever the case, whatever happens from this point forward -- I mean an asteroid could hit the earth, whatever -- This is something to behold.
The pride of a man and his devotion to his family -- a big part of which is the Kansas City Chiefs -- just something to take tremendous pride in.
For decades we Chiefs fans have been longing for even a shot at the Super Bowl -- yeah, we've gone out of our minds yearning for that. But definitely --
This is better than that -- by light years.
Thank you Eric Berry for allowing us to revel in your fortitude and faith, your strength and trust, your wisdom and devotion.
And yeah, a very small added bonus -- to watch you run-sack some shifty back forcing a demoralizing 3rd-and-14.
Life is good.