Dear reader, it's time we had a heartfelt conversation about Patrick Mahomes. Yes, he does look quite a bit like Jack Eichel of the Vegas Golden Knights. But as mentioned, he's not the greatest quarterback ever. That mantle belongs to Tom Brady (or Joe Montana). Don't tell that to people at ESPN, FOX Sports, Nick Wright, or any legacy sports outlet. They might react like this.
Or maybe like this.
Sorry, Chiefs fans who also root for the Golden Knights. This might be a bit rough for you to read.
Anyway, the Kansas City Chiefs got their butts beat by the Philadelphia Eagles, 40-22. Jalen Hurts was named the Super Bowl MVP after throwing two touchdowns and rushing for one. He had 293 all-purpose yards in the thrashing, giving all Chiefs haters a party. Somewhere, Nick Wright must be crying in his Chiefs bedspread after this one.
But what does this have to do with the Golden Knights and, more specifically, detoxifying? Here's the thing, dear reader. The NFL encompasses much of our daily lives. Even after the last game in February, the talk shifts to the NFL Draft. It's a neverending vicious cycle that engulfs everyone in its path, even during baseball season.
Today was different, though. This was actually the first Super Bowl I ever missed in my life. Instead, I saw a movie, growing tired of constantly seeing Taylor Swift and her lackies on my television screen. Boy, was I ever thankful I got away from that because seeing a billionaire pop star constantly during the biggest American sporting event would've made my head explode.
What I did instead of watching the Super Bowl
Aside from thinking about Vegas Golden Knights hockey and Jack Eichel scoring goals, I spent my Super Bowl Sunday watching The Brutalist. It's a film about a Hungarian-Jewish architect (not to be confused with the geologist) named Laszlo Toth who migrates to America to fulfill his dreams.
Along the way, he battles drug addiction, missing his wife after being separated from a concentration camp, being homeless, and even has a sexual misdeed done to him. He's hired by a wealthy businessman named Harrison Lee Van Buren to build a community center in Doylestown, Pennsylvania (ironically, it's a suburb of Philadelphia). It's a story that takes the viewer through Toth's various trials and tribulations, which slowly integrates its plotlines efficiently.
The best part was it was three hours and 30 minutes long. There wasn't a need to watch Kendrick Lamar mumble on a mic about Drake or watch Taylor Swift and Ice Spice be bandwagon Chiefs fans. This film told the story of a struggling Jewish man who aspired to achieve the American dream after World War II.
Honestly, the film also did its part of detoxifying from the constant barrage of NFL sports talk. No longer do I have to hear commentators gush about how Patrick Mahomes is the greatest quarterback ever like they're doing a live read. It was me and the story of Laszlo Toth's struggle to become successful.
Such a detox is what many of us need in our regular lives. It doesn't matter if it's the Golden Knights getting prematurely eliminated or sports commentators getting engulfed in NFL talk. Today was, well, another day. With the NFL in the rearview mirror, Las Vegans can finally get back to what matters most: Rooting for Eichel and the Golden Knights to win another Stanley Cup.