“I hear the clock, it’s 6 AM
I feel so far from where I’ve been
I got my eggs, I got my pancakes too
I got my maple syrup, everything but you…”—Bill Belichick (singing to Jewel)
There’s an arrogance to me when it comes to sports. I believe you can be fooled, but I can’t. It’s a little (or a lot) narcissistic and the result of being doubted in my youth.
But if you thought yesterday’s Super Bowl was going to be a great game…I was right there with you. I use this expression quite a bit when talking about the NBA (or professional politicians), but the Chiefs rolled over and died.
I don’t want to be the guy that tells you I had the Buccaneers winning for two-weeks—because I will be. But I was surprised the game was a blowout.
Tom Brady’s never been my favorite player, but you come to appreciate his greatness as his career goes on. I was like that with Joe Montana and John Elway. Never a great fan, always rooted against them, but great is great.
I didn’t know it would be a blowout. Still, you had to know with DC Todd Bowles getting a second look, a refreshed defense (health-wise), and Kansas City’s offensive line banged up that Tampa Bay was going to win.
To me, it was as clear as seeing the Pacific from Lifeguard 5 at Huntington Beach.
It took three years, but we’ve discovered Patrick Mahomes is mortal. If Brady needed the help of a better surrounding cast in Tampa (Champa?), so does Mahomes going forward.
When Mahomes contract goes to the 40-45-million level, Chiefs fans better start thinking about what the Hunt family will put in place around him.
He tried last night…but Mahomes was not and will not be able to do it by himself.
Note to Those Crying Foul:
“The NFL is in the tank for Brady”… “It’s rigged for Brady to win”… “All those flags against the Chiefs, it’s a fix!”…
Are you kidding me? If the NFL got to pick the winner, it would have picked New Hotness (Mahomes) over Old & Busted (Brady).
Brady’s hardly Old & Busted, but Mahomes is everything the NFL is dreaming about right now. You’ve got a great quarterback—a great quarterback of color, playing in the middle of America. To crown Mahomes champion last night would have secured a decades’ worth of peace, love, joy, and prosperity for the league.
The monkey in the wrench (the pain in the neck) is that Brady and his team played better…And won.
Provided the team around him is taken care of, Mahomes will be coronated and deservedly so. For now, though, Brady is king.
If you haven’t heard Kevin Harlan’s call (on the radio) of the fourth quarter’s streaker—it’s a classic. Find it before it gets scrubbed, and Harlan is forced to apologize for something… Because there is always something to apologize for.
I don’t care if you’re a right-wing conservative or a left-wing liberal–I thought the persistent narrative of the commercials and PSAs were creepy and 1984-like. I kept waiting for the Macintosh Babe to hurl a sledgehammer through the screen.
NBA Games Seen: 59
The Dude abides…
1 Corinthians 6:6
Joe T. is the author of “Tangent Dreams: A High School Football Novel” … “Temple City & The Company of The Ages” … “The Dead Bug Tales” … “The Dark Norm” & “FaithViews for Storm Riders”…all five available through Amazon.com.
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