The average sports fan from outside this area does not know Joe Posnanski, columnist for The Kansas City Star, but among his sportswriting peers, he’s considered among the very best, and he represents one of two* reasons to read the former home of Hemingway.

His piece on the most humiliating loss in Chiefs' history is delicious: Ready, Aim -- Fire Everybody.

OK, I'm convinced now. Fire everybody. Fire Carl. Fire Herm. Fire Gunther. Fire the players. After that game, there's really nothing to say but: Fire them all. And they should not stop there. The Chiefs should hire Greg Robinson back just so they can fire him again. They should call John Mackovic just to remind him that he got fired. They should bring in Donald Trump to walk through Arrowhead's coaches offices and the locker room, just so everyone will fully understand what's going on.

Everyone who would care knows that I've been holding out on the firing thing — holding out because I like Chiefs coach Herm Edwards, holding out because Gunther Cunningham has always been one of my favorite people, holding out because, even though I've written that Carl Peterson should be replaced, I do appreciate what he did for the Chiefs his first decade. And anyway, we are talking about real people with real families and real feelings; it's a harsh thing to write in the newspaper that someone should lose their job, especially in times like these.

But ... really, what else is there to say after the Chiefs' utterly remarkable 22-21 loss to San Diego on Sunday at Arrowhead. I tried to come up with some positive thoughts about the game, even wrote them down, but as I look at the list now, it doesn't seem especially impressive.

...And the truth is that, after that sort of mind-shattering collapse, it's hard to come up with a single good reason why anybody involved with the Chiefs should be back next season. Sure, everyone knew that this year would be trying, that there would be more losses than wins, that young players would make lots of mistakes. But there was no way to see this mess coming.

Then there is his much calmer, more clear-headed article on the actual dismissal of CEO, president, and General Manager Carl Peterson by owner Clark Hunt:

Monday, Clark Hunt announced that Carl Peterson had resigned as president, general manager and CEO of the Kansas City Chiefs. Yes, that's what the honking horns and fireworks were all about. Yes, that's why you saw complete strangers kissing on every street corner.

It's a shame that it ends this way for Peterson, who will finish off his era in two weeks, closing out 20 years. As you might imagine, I was designated as the person to say something nice about Carl, and I will point to the first nine years. They were pretty great. The Chiefs went to the playoffs seven times, and they reached the AFC championship game once, and fans poured into Arrowhead Stadium. Carl changed the landscape of this city. He hired Marty Schottenheimer as coach, he opened up the parking lot for the best tailgate scene in professional sports, he got Joe Montana and Marcus Allen, and he drafted Derrick Thomas and Will Shields and Tony Gonzalez. And that's a lot of good.

Of course, the last 11 years have not been so good — two playoff appearances, six losing seasons, four head coaches, perpetually awful defenses, zero playoff victories, shaky drafts — and that's why in many ways Monday was not really about Carl Peterson. His time was running out. No, Monday was about Clark Hunt.

Either way, you need to get some Joe.

*The second reason is that you found it on a bench where you have a long wait and a creepy person with uneven eyes staring at you while playing an imaginary banjo. At least, those are the only two I can think of.