WW in Hall of Fame

For those of us who did'nt know our Weird Wolf is in the Pro football Hall of Fame in Canton,Ohio as a mascot for the Kansas City Chiefs of the NFL.True Story and a pretty cool one. flg$
Erick

WEIRD WOLF,
CONGRADULATIONS ON THIS MARK OF PERSONAL ACHEIVEMENT. IT'S ALL YOURS AND YOURS ALONE. WELL DONE. i MUST ADMIT THAT IS ONE DYNO-MITE CUSTOM YOU HAVE AND THE CHIEFS SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOU!!!

Hey Lynn,I know you gave a induction speech I was wondering if you have a video
or copy of your speech I think it would be cool to see. flg$
Erick

[WEIRDWOLF]

The photos are of the plague that was in the Hall (now only our names are left) and recieving the award in Arrowhead at halftime prior to the trip to the Hall. Someone took this shot of the big screen.

It was 2002 when I was put in. It was a contest sponsored by Visa and went from 1999 to 2004 before Visa pulled out due to the NFL changing the stadium sponsorship rules. Visa could no longer go into every stadium to advertise because they now had to compete for the NFL market with the other credit cards thus ending the posibility of selecting one fan from each team for the award.

I probably have the speech on tape but I'm not sure how I would transfer it to digitial. It wasn't much. We only had a minute but I know I broke some tears when I started mentioning my family. All in all it was a great honor and the highlight of my life. Thanks for mentioning it but I always felt like I was just a lucky one as their are hundreds of more desrving fans out there than myself. It was a good feeling to represent the Chiefs Fans in the Hall and it is an honor that I try to live up to in everything I do.

Here is the poem I read (slightly revised in 2004 from the original) which was in honor of my mother who always wrote poems for special occasions back in our home community.

SUNDAYS NEW RELIGON
FOOTBALL DAYS GOIN’ BY.
MEMORIES SETTLED ON WHITE GOAL LINES.
OPEN EMPTY ARMS AS PIGSKINS PASS THROUGH.
ANOTHER FIRST DOWN, ONE YARD SHY.
BEFORE THE DAY,
EXPECTATIONS ARE MADE
OF WHO IS GREAT AND OVERPAID.
OUR LIVES ARE LIVED THROUGH A LINEMANS EYES
WITH GRUNTS AND CURSES AND SHATTERED SMILES.
THEY FORCE THE DREAM IN A WAYWARD PASS
OVER THE MOUNTAINS OF OUTSTRETCHED MASS.
I WAIT AND SPECULATE FOR A SUNDAYS NEW RELIGION.
BEER AND BRAT AND KC STEAK.
HUGS FROM TOTAL STRANGERS.
THE RAGING HOWL OF 80,000 ROARS
THAT MEETS RECIEVERS WHO HAVE SCORED.
I COULD NOT PASS THIS DAY GONE BY
TO LIVE ANOTHERS SORRY LIFE.
MINE IS FILLED WITH A LIFETIME’S EXPERIENCE
IN RED, WHITE AND GOLD
A TRUTH DECADES OLD.
THE GHOSTS OF MUNICIPAL,
ARROWHEAD
AND TALES OF ROOFS THAT ROLL.
STRAM AND OTIS,
BELL AND LANIER
ARE HANDS I’VE TOUCHED FROM THE GLORY YEARS.
SHOUT OUT LOUD EACH RUN AND WAYWARD SCRIPT.
HATE THE ONES WHO RAID OUR LANDS.
PRAISE THE SONS OF GUN WHO SACK THE LEADERS.
GLORY, HOPE, PRAYERS AND CURSES.
10 DISCIPLES AND A PRIEST
LEAD THE FOLLOWERS
AT THIS TAILGATE FEAST.
LOMBARDIS REWARD SOON WITHIN OUR REACH
TO HAVE THE RING
THIRTY -TWO CONGREGATIONS SEEK.

BY LYNN “WEIRDWOLF” SCHMIDT