To see Chiefs offensive lineman Willie Roaf walk from the sidelines to the huddle is like watching an oversized war veteran march in a Veterans Day parade with a metal plate in his leg. He leans his great bulk to one side and then the other and hardly bends his knees. But after the snap, when some younger, faster and angrier defensive lineman pops up to try to find Trent Green or Priest Holmes, he doesn't get very far. Gazelle or freight train, nothing gets past Willie Roaf. He was supposed to be damaged goods when he arrived in Kansas City from New Orleans. He had the same walk then. But in three years, he's started every game and has earned the distinction as our favorite Chief.