Frank Clark, now 32 and still very much in fighting shape, hasn’t signed with a new team since his late-season release in Seattle. And yet, despite suitors quietly calling, he’s kept his phone silent — unless it’s a 913 or 816 area code. That’s not a coincidence. That’s loyalty.

• Clark’s playoff résumé speaks louder than any agent ever could: 13.5 postseason sacks, countless game-changing plays, and a legacy that helped deliver multiple Lombardis to Arrowhead. But for him, it was never about the rings — it was about this team, this locker room, and this city.

  The Chiefs have retooled their defense with youth and speed, but what they lack is a closer. Someone who’s felt the weight of a Super Bowl and answered the call. And while age may have slowed his first step, no metric can measure what Frank Clark brings to a playoff locker room.

  In a camp full of hungry prospects and fresh faces, the soul of a champion waits just beyond the sidelines. He’s not begging. He’s not bitter. He’s just ready.

  And Kansas City knows — if there’s one jersey left for him to wear, it’s the one he helped make legendary.