Patrick Mahomes may have made two big mistakes on the same play, which resulted in rising star Rashee Rice getting hurt. He had to be taken off the field on a cart, and it looks like he suffered a serious leg injury.
Rice looked to be in considerable pain as he was carted away
Patrick Mahomes threw an interception and accidentally injured his top receiver, Rashee Rice, on the same play.
After Mahomes threw an interception to Los Angeles Chargers safety Kristian Fulton, he tried to tackle the ball carrier but ended up landing on Rice. Rice had punched the ball out of Fulton’s hands, but Mahomes’ tackle attempt hit Rice’s right leg, causing a serious injury.
Rice had to leave the field on a cart, clearly hurt. He was very upset, with a towel over his head, as he was taken to the locker room for tests to check how bad the injury was.
Rice has been the Chiefs’ top receiver this season, ranking fourth in the NFL with 288 yards and two touchdowns.
Mahomes immediately knew he had made a mistake and watched as medical staff helped Rice, who was struggling to get up from the field.
With Travis Kelce not performing as well this season, Rice has become Mahomes’ main target on offense.
It looks like the Chiefs will need Travis Kelce more than ever this season, especially if Rashee Rice’s injury turns out to be as serious as it seemed on the field.
Rice isn’t the only receiver the Chiefs have lost this week. Marquise “Hollywood” Brown is out for the entire season without even playing a game due to a shoulder injury he got during preseason.
The Chiefs also drafted a receiver, Xavier Worthy, in the first round this year, but they’ve had trouble getting him the ball consistently since his strong debut where he scored two touchdowns against the Baltimore Ravens.
Now, head coach Andy Reid and Patrick Mahomes are anxiously waiting for the results of Rice’s scans as they find themselves trailing the Chargers in the first half.
“Sorry for the Delay…” Began the Letter Discovered Among My Deceased Mother’s Possessions
I thought I knew everything about my family until my mother passed away unexpectedly. I felt lost without her. To remember her, I moved back into the old house where I grew up, surrounded by cherished memories, pictures on the walls, her favorite books, and the familiar scent of lavender.
One day, I felt drawn to the attic, especially a closet that had always been a mystery. My mom never discussed what was inside, and as a child, I never asked. But now, I was ready to explore.
On a rainy afternoon, I opened the closet door. Dust danced in the light as I pulled out a box filled with postcards, unfamiliar photos, and jewelry I’d never seen her wear. Among the items was an old letter addressed to my mother. Its yellowed paper felt ancient, and I wondered why she had kept it hidden.
Curiosity took over as I opened the envelope. The letter began with an apology for not writing sooner. It was from someone named John, reminiscing about their past together. As I read, I discovered he had loved her deeply and hinted that the man I knew as my father was not my biological dad.
The realization hit me hard. My entire life had been based on a lie. I felt a mix of anger and confusion. Who was this John, and why did my mom never tell me about him? I knew I had to uncover the truth.
The next day, I visited Mrs. Natalie, our neighbor who knew my mom well. I asked her about John. She explained that he was a man my mother once loved but had vanished from her life, leaving her with a painful memory. I left her house with more questions than answers.
Driven by a need to learn more, I followed clues to a small town where John might be living. When I finally found his house, my heart raced. John opened the door, recognizing me immediately. He welcomed me in, and I learned he had loved my mother and never knew about me until years later. He had chosen to stay away to respect the life she had built.
After our conversation, I returned home, feeling a mix of emotions. I knew I had to tell my dad, David, about everything I had discovered. When I shared the news, he listened patiently and expressed his love for me. “Emma”, he said gently: “You are my daughter, no matter what”.
In the end, I found peace within myself. I decided to build a relationship with John while cherishing the bond I had with David. What mattered most was the love we shared, no matter the secrets of the past.
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