Patrick Mahomes leaned against the locker room wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The adrenaline from the game was still coursing through his veins. A reporter’s voice broke through the post-game chaos.
“Patrick, that lateral from Kelce was incredible! Did you call that play?”
Mahomes chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Nope, that was all Kelce. He’s got a mind of his own out there. Sometimes it scares me, but more often than not, it’s pure genius.”
The reporter pressed on, “So, you’re saying he’s a bit unpredictable?”
Mahomes nodded. “Exactly. Like one of my kids. You never know what they’re going to do next. One minute they’re coloring quietly, the next they’re trying to climb the refrigerator.”
A few of his teammates nearby laughed, their memories of Kelce’s antics clearly fresh in their minds. The tight end himself joined in, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
“Hey, I just saw an opportunity,” Kelce defended, his voice a mix of bravado and embarrassment. “And I took it.”
Mahomes shook his head, a fond smile playing on his lips. “That’s why we love you, Kelce. You keep us on our toes.”
