For most, Sundays are a day of rest. The Sabbeth, a holy day. Or at least they're supposed to be.

For one paticular football fan in Topeka, Sundays are generally a day of emotional distress.

Every Sunday he made his way to Seabrook's Bar and Grill. He sported the same, raggedy Chiefs cap he'd worn every Sunday for years. He took his usual stool at the bar, directly across from a large flat screen television.

He ordered a Budweiser and a basket of fries. He tapped his fingers on the sticky bar surface anticipating the kick off.

There was still hope before the kick off.