Farewell to the Fallen King

It is a heavy hearted day in all of my worlds. From my hometown of Kansas City, to Dallas my home of 9 years, to my love of football.
Lamar Hunt, the pioneer of the AFL and a visionary of the sports world has died. Without his presence and influence, the Super Bowl as we know it might not have ever existed and Chicago Bulls might not have risen to their dominance in the '90s. But the greatest trait that I had always read and heard of Mr. Hunt was his generosity, his kind words to all of his friends, and his humility. In all of the years he has been in the news, I have never ever heard one disparaging or derogity spoken by him or to him. His influence on Kansas City is long reaching. If not for him, we wouldn't have had fun every summer at Worlds & Oceans of Fun. My parents wouldn't have been able to take me to watch the Chiefs lose all those games in the '80s. If you look at the sporting landscape today (especially football), you'll see coaches, managers, players and usually owners criticized about the performance of their team. Even the harshest critic of the Chiefs, Jason Whitlock never spoke badly of Mr. Hunt as there was nothing to say. While watching tv over the weekend it was hard not to notice the impact Mr. Hunt had on so many people. The greatest way to judge someone is to see how they treat people they don't need to treat well. That says it all about Mr. Hunt.

He will be missed.