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.
Compilation of Uplifting Tales Guaranteed to Brighten Your Entire Day
Three individuals find their lives unexpectedly intertwined with hope. From a boy’s simple lemonade stand to a grandmother’s heartfelt gift, discover how moments of kindness and determination can lead to life-changing outcomes.
Life’s most profound changes often begin with the smallest of actions—a gesture of kindness, a long-forgotten memory, or a simple dream pursued with determination. These three stories explore how ordinary moments can ignite extraordinary transformations, leaving us with a renewed sense of hope and a reminder that even in the darkest times, light can be found.
Lost and Found: Max’s Journey Home
Max had been living on the streets for as long as he could remember, which wasn’t very long at all. His past was a blur, a fog he couldn’t see through.
All he had was the present: the cold pavement beneath him, the hum of the city, and the mysterious tattoo on his hand—a small emblem with intricate lines that felt familiar, yet distant. It was the only clue to a life he had lost.
Despite his circumstances, Max never gave up. Every day, he roamed different neighborhoods, asking if anyone had small jobs he could do. He wasn’t looking for charity—he wanted to work. “Anything you need done? A small job, just for a meal,” he’d ask.
Some people ignored him, others turned him away, but a few, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, would offer him tasks like sweeping a storefront or carrying groceries.
With the few dollars he earned, Max bought clean clothes from thrift shops. Every Sunday, he made sure he looked presentable enough to attend church. It wasn’t just about fitting in; it was about his faith. He held onto it like a lifeline, believing that God hadn’t forgotten him.
And then, one Sunday, something remarkable happened.
Max stood near the back of the church, head bowed in reverence. The priest was just beginning the service when a man, tall and dressed in a sharp black suit, walked in.
The man noticed Max almost immediately, his eyes drawn to the tattoo on Max’s hand, which rested lightly on the pew.
The man’s eyes widened in shock. He quickly rolled up his sleeve, revealing an identical tattoo on his own wrist. Without hesitation, he strode toward Max, his steps quickening as realization dawned on him.
“Max? Is that really you?” the man asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Max looked up, confusion crossing his weathered face. “Do I know you?” he replied cautiously.
The man smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Max, it’s me, Patrick! We went to school together—St. Francis Academy. Remember? We got these tattoos as a pact, promising we’d always stay friends.”
Max blinked, the name triggering a distant, flickering light in the fog of his mind. “Patrick…”
Patrick nodded, his smile growing wider. “That’s right! You and I were like brothers back then. What happened to you? We lost touch after graduation, and I never heard from you again.”
Max shook his head slowly. “I don’t remember much. I woke up one day, and everything was gone—my memory, my life. All I had was this tattoo.”
Patrick placed a hand on Max’s shoulder, his voice filled with determination. “Well, that ends today. You’re coming with me. We’re going to get you back on your feet.”
Max hesitated, looking down at his ragged clothes. “I’m not sure, Patrick… I’ve been like this for so long. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Patrick’s laugh was warm and reassuring. “Start by coming home with me. You’ll stay at my place until we figure this out. And don’t worry about anything else. My company could use someone with your work ethic. We’ll find a role for you.”
For the first time in years, Max felt a spark of hope. “You’d do that for me?”
Patrick nodded firmly. “Of course, Max. You’re not just a friend, you’re family.”
After the service, Max stood up, still a bit shaky, as Patrick guided him out of the church. Back at Patrick’s apartment, Max was overwhelmed by the warmth and comfort, the soft carpet, and the smell of fresh coffee.
Patrick handed him a fresh set of clothes. “Take a shower, get cleaned up,” he urged. “Tomorrow, we’ll get you a doctor’s appointment and figure out what’s going on with your memory.”
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