Conspiracy theorists have something eIse to latch onto after the Kansas City Chiefs won the Super Bowl. Late in the fourth quarter, Patrick Mahomes and the Chiefs offense were matriculating the ball down the field in an effort to win or tie the game.
One pIay showed Mahomes scrambling out of the pocket for minimal yards on first down, clearly not enough for a fresh set of downs.
One video posted by fans showed that the play ended up being a first down even though he never made it that far.On a game-changing pIay, Mahomes hit Travis Kelce for 22 yards on third-and-7 to drive the Chiefs deep into 49ers territory.On a game-changing play, Mahomes hit Travis Kelce for 22 yards on third-and-7 to drive the Chiefs deep into 49ers territory.
Harrison Butker would eventually be called on to make the score 19-19 with three seconds left in the fourth quarter as the 49ers would kneel and the game would head into overtime.
Mahomesâ legend continues to grow, as his overtime drive Ied to a Super Bowl LVIII win over the San Francisco 49ers, 25-22, on Sunday night in Las Vegas. The Chiefs defended their Super Bowl title, winning back-to-back Vince Lombardi Trophies and collecting their third ring in the past five seasons.
Mahomes finished the game with 333 yards on 34-for-46 through the air with two touchdowns and one interception, while rushing for a team-high 66 yards on nine carries.
My Maid of Honor Declined to Wear the Dress I Selected for Her â Her Alternative Outfit at My Wedding Astonished Me
When Jessieâs maid of honor, Emily, showed up in a dress that Jessie didnât pick, her picture-perfect wedding day took an unexpected turn. Emilyâs shocking attire sparked chaos, setting the stage for some sweet payback.
Hey everyone, Jessie here! Two weeks ago, I married the love of my life, Kevin. It shouldâve been the happiest day ever, right? Well, thanks to my so-called best friend, letâs just say it became a story for the ages â and not in a good way.
Emily, my supposed best friend, the woman Iâd chosen as my maid of honor, managed to steal the spotlight in the most outrageous way possibleâŚ
Emily and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We practically grew up together.
Now, donât get me wrong, Emilyâs a great friend, supportive and always there for me. But thereâs this one tiny, well, not-so-tiny detail about her â sheâs a tad competitive.
It started small, you know, harmless races on the playground to see who could reach the swings first. In high school, it was all about gradesâwho could snag the highest GPA.
Then came college, and suddenly, it was about who could throw the most epic birthday bash. You name it, we âcompetedâ at it. But hey, that was all in good fun, right? Or so I thought.
Despite her win-at-all-costs streak and arrogance, we always managed to stay close. I never really saw it as a competition; I just figured a little healthy rivalry pushed us both to be better.
We navigated life together, from scraped knees on the playground to the corporate jungle of our careers.
And when my boyfriend Kevin popped the question, there was no doubt in my mind whoâd be my maid of honorâEmily, obviously.
Planning the wedding was a whirlwind of excitement. I wanted everything perfect, down to the last detail. Romantic elegance was the theme, with soft hues of lavender and blush creating a dreamy spring garden vibe.
The bridesmaidsâ dresses were a beautiful shade of lavender, the perfect complement to the whole aesthetic. I mean, I was paying for everything, dresses included, so naturally, I wanted everyone to look stunning and harmonious.
The day of the final fitting arrived, and Emily came over, all smiles and sunshine.
But as soon as she saw the dress Iâd picked for her, her smile completely vanished. She held the lavender fabric at armâs length like it was some kind of contagious disease.
âUh, Jess,â she mumbled, âI donât think I can wear this.â
âWhat? Why not?â I furrowed my brow, completely confused. This was the dress weâd all picked out together, the one everyone agreed on. And it was gorgeous.
âThis color just washes me out,â she whined. âIâll look like a ghost in it.â
Honestly, that was a stretch. The dress would look amazing on her, like it was practically made for her curves. But Emily was never one to back down from an argument, especially when it came to âwinning.â
âCome on, Em,â I tried to reassure her, âitâs the same dress everyone else is wearing. You would look beautiful, trust me.â
But she wasnât having it. She huffed and puffed, making a scene about how unflattering the dress was and how she just couldnât possibly walk down the aisle looking like a pale ghost.
My patience started to wear thin, but you know how it is with bridesmaids, especially your best friend. You just donât want any drama, right? So, I caved.
I reluctantly agreed to let her pick out another dress, hoping sheâd at least choose something that wouldnât clash with the whole lavender theme.
Fast forward to the wedding day. Everything was picture-perfect â the flowers, the venue, even the weather cooperated and decided to bless us with a beautiful spring day.
Butterflies danced in my stomach as I stood at the altar, waiting for the music to cue the bridal party entrance. My bridesmaids walked down the aisle one by one, looking stunning in their lavender dresses, just as planned.
Then came Emilyâs turn.
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