We know there's a difference between rugby and football. But the fact that both sports involve burly men colliding with each other for the sake of an oblong ball makes us feel that rugby is football's unambitious, beer-slamming, socially awkward older brother, which, incidentally, perfectly matches the description of the older brother of a certain Florida governor, but we digress. The Kansas City Blues offer the same basic thrill as the Chiefs -- we especially love watching them clobber teams from both coasts now that the Blues have joined the U.S. Super League -- and we're free to root for them without remembering the endorsement of a crass, foul-tempered, money-grubbing politician named Dick. Plus, we can bet no one named Dubya ever stops by their practice field in Minor Park. In rugby there's no political grandstanding, product endorsing or ridiculous self-promoting by players on the pitch (that's rugby for
field). Our only hope now for the Chiefs is that Carl Peterson said no thanks to the vice president's offer to get the team a good deal on some defense contracts.
