Lamar Hunt, the Kansas City Chiefs founder/owner and sports pioneer, died yesterday of complications from prostate cancer.

Hunt was the son of an obscenely wealthy oilman, so it would have made sense for him to be some colossal douchebag, but instead he was pretty awesome. He founded the AFL, spearheaded the AFL-NFL merger, and coined the term "Super Bowl." Basically, football wouldn't be what it is today without his extraordinary influence. 

And yet, when I initially read the sentence "Lamar Hunt died," I was like, "Who?" Then I read a little more and I thought, "Oh, right, right. Got it." I just couldn't place the name, and all the other Lamars I know about are black, so that was confusing.

Anyway, best wishes and all that to the Hunt family. Perhaps the Chiefs can get inspired by this and make a run for the Super Bowl the way the Giants did last year after Wellington Mara died. What's that you say? The Giants got shut out in a first-round playoff game last year? Oh. Well, maybe it would be better if the Chiefs just missed the playoffs and tried again next year.

(By the way, that's Dreamboat holding the Lamar Hunt trophy, given every year to the AFC champion. Hey, I gotta keep things sexy around here.)