I don’t even know where to start. I feel like a shell of a person right now, just a hollow vessel carrying nothing but pain. I’ve been through a lot as a Broncos fan, but this? This game? This game is different. I can’t even describe the agony that I just went through watching the Broncos take on the Kansas City Chiefs. It’s like my soul has been stolen, and all I can do is sit here and wonder, why do I do this to myself?

Let’s be real here—the Broncos had this. They had it. The game was in their hands. They were marching down the field, setting up for an easy, almost automatic 35-yard field goal that could have secured a victory and sent the Chiefs home with their first loss of the season. Arrowhead Stadium was about to witness something special—until the football gods decided to screw us over one more time.

I want to puke.

A Missed Opportunity and a Blocked Field Goal

The Broncos had it. They were on the verge of victory, holding a 14-13 lead in the final minutes, with the ball in the hands of kicker Will Lutz, ready to secure the win with a 35-yard chip shot. But no. The Chiefs had other plans, and what happened next? A BLOCKED FIELD GOAL.

Are you kidding me? A blocked kick?!

It wasn’t even close. I can’t believe we’re here, yet again, watching the Chiefs snatch victory out of the jaws of defeat. And you know what? It’s not just the kick that got blocked. It’s my heart, my hope, my belief in this team that got blocked right along with it. The Broncos had one job—ONE JOB—and they failed spectacularly. A chip shot field goal for the win, and they couldn’t even get that right. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m sitting here, in this moment, reliving this catastrophic failure.

The Chiefs and Their Dark Magic

I’m convinced at this point that the Chiefs have some kind of dark, twisted magic behind them. They’re not just lucky. There’s something sinister going on. Look, I’m not saying that the Chiefs didn’t play well—they did, at times. But let’s be real: Patrick Mahomes missed wide open receivers. Travis Kelce? Missed. Xavier Worthy? Missed. Mahomes was not the perfect player we’re all used to seeing. But somehow, with all of those mistakes, the Chiefs still came out on top.

This isn’t just a coincidence. There’s something darker at play here. It’s almost like the Chiefs are cursed with a force that always, always ensures they win. They were handed that penalty—the illegal contact penalty—that wiped out a sack on Mahomes. It was a bad call. A terrible call. But did it matter? Nope. The Broncos, as usual, didn’t capitalize on the break and allowed Kansas City to keep pushing forward.

Every damn time we think we have them beat, they find a way to claw their way back. And that’s what makes it so gut-wrenching. It’s not just that the Chiefs won. It’s that they always win, even when they don’t deserve it.

The Pain of “Almost”

This wasn’t just a loss—it was the pain of almost. We almost had it. We were so close. But “close” doesn’t win games, and it sure as hell doesn’t get you a victory over a team like Kansas City. It’s like running a marathon and falling just short of the finish line—just enough to feel the burn but not enough to cross into the promised land. And what did we get in return? A blocked kick. A kick.

I’m sick to my stomach thinking about all the opportunities we had to seal the deal. Courtland Sutton—I’m talking to you—the drop. The drop. It was a game-changing moment. He had it. It was there. But no, he dropped the damn ball. And that’s what ended up setting us up for a 60-yard field goal attempt, which, of course, fell short.

Then, let’s not forget the Hail Mary that almost came through from Mahomes. The guy’s magic is unreal. And that’s what burns me. He can miss a pass, throw an interception, and still have this uncanny ability to pull off something insane at the last second. It’s not even fair.

The Refs, the Curse, and My Mental Breakdown

I know, I know. You’re probably tired of hearing fans blame the refs, but in this game, I just can’t help myself. That illegal contact penalty on the sack? That was a joke. I don’t care what the rulebook says. That was a bad call. And you can bet your ass that if that call had gone the other way, we would’ve seen a completely different game.

But hey, that’s just the way it is. The refs love the Chiefs, and they’re not even trying to hide it anymore. And while I’m out here ranting about penalties, I’ll also throw in this: did anyone else notice the fact that Sarah Thomas—the official—was seen hanging out with Taylor Swift before the game? Really? Is that a joke? And I’m fine with female refs. Hell, I’ll even give Swifties a pass sometimes. But that? That feels like too much. It’s like the whole universe is conspiring to make sure the Chiefs always have the upper hand.

Russell Wilson and The Soul-Destroying Realization

Here’s the truly painful part: somewhere, Russell Wilson is out there, probably doing a little dance after leading the Broncos to a near win. And me? I’m stuck here, watching another game slip through our fingers.

Russell might be having the time of his life, but I’m here, drowning in my misery. What else can I say? The Broncos fought hard—Bo Nix did his thing. But this team isn’t built to finish. Not when it counts. And I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

The Final Nail in the Coffin

This game wasn’t just a loss. It was the loss. The game that will haunt me for weeks. The missed chances, the drops, the penalties, and the blocked kick—it all adds up to one thing: a soul-crushing defeat.

And here I am. Sitting in my misery, with no one to blame but the refs, the Broncos, and, hell, maybe even the football gods themselves.

But you know what? Despite everything, I’ll keep coming back. Because that’s what fans do. We suffer. We scream. And we hope, even when it seems pointless.

Because one day, we will beat the Chiefs. But until then, I’m going to drink until I forget this ever happened.