Part 2 - 1,000 miles

I can see the Sprint Center, but I can't get to it.

Over the past week, I logged almost 1,000 miles behind the wheel of a car.

First off, what can I say about Kansas City? It was the Chief's best shows that I've seen yet.

First off, I have to say that every time I venture to this corner of the state, I'm almost always carted around in the passenger seat of a car. Friends drive me, a boss drove me, a romantic interest that fired me took me once.

It occured to me while driving that I've never actually driven in Kansas City. It turns out that I really suck at it.

I missed the exit to the Sprint Center three times in a row. It's a huge shiny building downtown...how is it possible for me to pass it so many times?

I had to do parking garages. I hate parking garages.

I curb checked more than a few times, always on the right side of the car.

Where'd that curb come from?

I severely misjudged the amount of time it would take for me to get to a parking space for the first concert. We walked in around 8:15 p.m., which is rare for this nerd. I'm never that late to Church! (He started promptly at 8:30 p.m., right after I grabbed a drink and gave up on the line for the women's restrooms.)

The two shows were the best Eric Church shows I've seen yet. He belted out Sweet Caroline, a song I've sung in so many bars throughout college and after that I lost count. (So good! So good! So good!)

Someone gave him a Kansas City Chiefs jersey, which Eric Church wore and then the crowd started to chant. Because I am a Denver Broncos person, the Chiefs chant was completely lost on me, but it was certain that Kansas City loved them some Eric Church.

Wow, Kansas City.

That was fun as hell.

We heard Creepin' both nights. We heard break up songs, make up songs, get drunk and get high and go to hell songs, go to a bar and pick up a girl and then get drunk and get high songs, and only one love song, which is all right with me for this point in my life.

It was a party up in the Sprint Center and I loved every second of it.

Who would have thought that little ol' Kansas City loved to party so much?

In other news, music helps.

Music heals.

I have so many questions, Kansas City.