"...The dodge, the escape, the pass! Mahomes relentlessly completes the throw."
"It's a rainbow arc, a long bomb!"
"Twenty yards!"
"Forty yards!"
"Aiming for the end zone—it's a 50-yard bomb, and the Kansas City Chiefs' offense has unleashed an unexpected explosion. The Pittsburgh Steelers' defense clearly didn't see this coming. Mahomes' target—"
"Lance!"
"Breaking free, outpacing his coverage, Lance's footwork dazzles like a true wide receiver. With ease and poise, he creates separation. Rookie safety Edmunds is just too raw, unable to hold his position."
"Lance—makes the catch."
"So smooth, so simple. Lance... haha! He even backpedals the last two steps, facing Edmunds, casually completing the touchdown."
"Yes, touchdown!"
"The Kansas City Chiefs' first touchdown of the 2018 season, just like last season, again comes from No. 23—Lance. This scene is familiar."
"But!"
"We need to talk about the strategy and execution of the Chiefs' opening drive."
Short pass. Run play. Long bomb.
In their very first drive of the season opener, the Chiefs showcased an entirely new look. Three plays, three different tactics. Under intense blitz pressure, the offense retained full control, demonstrating fluidity and explosiveness. In less than two minutes—they had a touchdown.
It's the same offensive unit. The Chiefs focused their offseason moves on defense, not offense. The only change: a new starting quarterback. But the transformation is night and day—like a rebirth overnight.
A versatile playbook. Route designs dazzling in variety. Against one of the league's top defensive teams, they exuded calm, confidence, and total command. Even Pittsburgh's fierce pressure couldn't rattle the rhythm.
A shocker!
A wonderful shocker!
Arrowhead Stadium's reaction said it all.
Felix threw up his arms in triumph from his wheelchair, grinning from ear to ear, cheering with all his heart.
"Touchdown! Touchdown!"
He turned to his mother, then to the celebrating faces all around him. Joy and contentment danced across the crowd.
Elsewhere—
Whoosh!
Old Oak Tavern was still noisy and packed. People were mid-conversation, barely settled in when they glanced up—and there was Lance, majestic and serene in the end zone, breaking the balance of the game.
Simultaneously, every eye turned to the screen—
"He's flying!"
A beat too late, the seasoned fans processed it.
"That was a bomb, wasn't it? A 50-yard bomb?"
"That kid—the athletic one drafted last year."
The whole bar's attention locked onto "that kid."
Ah! Ahhhh!
On the field, "that kid" raised his arms in ecstasy as Mahomes charged into the end zone, shoving aside teammates just to leap onto Lance like a koala, pumping his right arm as if cracking a whip and shouting joyfully.
"Touchdown, rookie, that's a touchdown!"
Sure, Mahomes had already connected with Lance for touchdowns in his rookie appearances last year—but this was different.
Since Smith's departure, the weight on Mahomes' shoulders had been building. Criticism, cautious optimism, advice to "give the kid time"—it all added up to relentless pressure.
If not for Lance keeping him grounded with intense training and playbook sessions, Mahomes might've crumbled under media scrutiny.
But now—
It was joy. It was release. It was rush. It was euphoria.
Mahomes let himself savor it.
NBC's Al Michaels, covering the opener live for a second straight year, watched the celebration and grinned.
"I have a feeling," he chuckled, "this 15 and 23 combo might surprise us a lot this season."
Buzz. Buzz buzz buzz.
Arrowhead roared in frenzy. The heat of the crowd felt like it might burst through TV screens.
And it wasn't just fans watching this opener—every other team in the league, every coach and defender, was tuned in.
The Chiefs' offense had clearly evolved, even against a powerhouse like the Steelers.
Nobody could ignore that.
Especially not defensive coordinators and defensive stars.
"Hey Aaron, what do you think?"
In Los Angeles, reigning Defensive Player of the Year Aaron Donald was lifting weights, bench-pressing while watching the screen. The clang of metal in his private villa clashed with the poolside party vibe—but his friends were used to it.
Donald didn't answer right away. He finished his set, then exhaled.
"Too early to tell what they learned training with J.J. Watt," he said. "But I'm looking forward to the next few games."
His eyes reflected both No. 23 and No. 15. His teddy bear face broke into a slow grin.
Heh.
Everyone else felt a chill. Goosebumps. A thousand tiny screams.
"0:7."
The home team struck first.
It was just one touchdown, but the Steelers defense had been completely outmaneuvered. The atmosphere on the visiting sideline turned heavy.
Now, the pressure shifted to Pittsburgh's offense.
Once a solid trio, their foundation was shaken without Bell. Roethlisberger and Brown said nothing to rally the team. But one figure buzzed around like an eager flea—
JuJu Smith-Schuster.
Whenever it's against Lance, JuJu lights up.
Heh. So Lance made a play? Big deal. JuJu was next. He'd torch the Chiefs defense, answer with his own touchdown, and become the hero.
Chest out, confidence sky-high.
Last season, Kansas City's defense was inconsistent. They relied on clutch plays to avoid collapse. After patchwork fixes in the offseason, this was their first real test—
Against a Pittsburgh squad missing Bell.
To be precise, without Bell's dominant run threat, the Steelers' offense faced a challenge. Tomlin valued the ground game. That's why it was shocking when the team completely severed ties with Bell—no one expected Tomlin to let him walk.
Still, they had Roethlisberger, Brown, and Tomlin.
No one was writing them off.
JuJu: Hey—don't forget about me!
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