Throughout Sunday’s game the Kansas City Chiefs will honor Mr. Kansas City himself, Bill Grigsby. Bill retired at the end of last season after 62 years as a broadcaster, originally joining the Chiefs in the club’s first year after moving from Dallas in 1963.
Grigsby has entertained Chiefs fans on and off the field for the better part of five decades. We remember his calls, commercials and, of course, his one-of-a-kind personality. There’s nobody like Ole’ Grigs, and there never will be.
In honor of Grigs’ career as a broadcaster, writer and entertainer, enjoy this excerpt taken from the book that features hundreds of his archived articles, Don’t Spit in the Wastebasket.
Grigsby’s Comment on Football
Published in 1972
The 1972 home season for the Kansas City Chiefs ends at Arrowhead tomorrow. Pre-season guesses would have made this a critical game to decide the central and east of the American Football Conference. Instead, both teams are out of it. But despite the missing element of a playoff berth battle, the game should be a good one. Both teams are more respected for their defensive abilities and the prospect of a bruising battle is in order. And for the John Unitas fans of the area, it might be a last look at one of football’s greatest.
Hank and his Chiefs are still hopeful for a winning season. It has been a year of bitter disappointments, frustrations and injuries. But you can’t look back, and from the enthusiasm of the practices at Arrowhead, one would think there are good things ahead. There will be plenty of opportunity for some of the younger players to see action, and at the same time, a chance to heal the wounds of some who have hurt and played hurt all season long.
In two weeks the season will be ended. But for Hank Stram, the work will begin. The analyzing of the season, the players and the opposition, and the preparation for the draft and the season to come. A seemingly endless job but a labor of love for a man who lives football 24 hours a day.
The season has not been a happy one for the Chiefs. But personal happiness aside, the Chiefs to a man have already started making the Christmas season happy for others. Despite the bumps and bruises of the Denver game, the day after was spent at Mercy Hospital, where the Chiefs and their lovely wives brought smiles and laughter to little guys and girls who need a lift of love. Mercy has been a pet project for the Chiefs players since the beginning of the franchise. The gift of money from fines is important, but the gift of all the big guys’ tenderness is the greatest gift of all.
But it doesn’t end at Mercy. Rather, day after day, the Dawsons, Taylors, Buchanans, Lynches, Buddes, Tyrers and others, lend their talents and friendship to every facet of life in the area. They counsel the young, they visit the sick, and they become part of the community life. Indeed, it was a very fortunate day when Roe Bartle convinced Lamar Hunt that Kansas City would be the best place for his Texans.
We will not be celebrating a championship at Arrowhead this year. But we do have what Bob Bennett, the chief architect of the Rose Bowl and Los Angeles Coliseum, described as the greatest stadium in the United States. We do have a coach and staff who have led their charges to two conference championships and a world title. We do have a Chiefs organization that will not settle for second best. We do have a reason to hope for the future.