There’s not a single one of us in the room—in this great, big, imaginary red and gold room that contains all of Chiefs Kingdom—that is not in love with Patrick Mahomes. If I didn’t want to stay happily married, I’d have a giant chest tattoo right now of the man.
How could you not appreciate Mahomes, right? We all fell instantly for the cannon of the arm, but no one told us about the rest. It’s the accuracy and the touch. It’s the intelligence and the work ethic. It’s the leadership and personality. It’s the moxie of a quarterback 10 games into his professional career who approaches the line of scrimmage like Doc Holliday in the movie Tombstone, brimming with confidence, unsettled by the threats and clamor and taunts of those opposite him.