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.
My husband threw all my paintings away. I decided to give him a real lesson now

When I discovered Tim had thrown away my paintings, it felt like a piece of my soul had been ripped away. Each stroke of paint, each color combination, each image on the canvas represented hours of joy, frustration, and fulfillment. But to him, they were nothing but “junk.”
A Moment of Realization
That evening, exhausted from work, I decided to revisit an old painting that I believed had more potential. The idea of reworking it filled me with a rare excitement. However, my anticipation turned to horror when I descended into the basement, only to find it empty. The walls were bare, the shelves clean, and my paintings—gone. I stood there in shock, a cold sense of loss washing over me. How could he do this? How could he erase a part of my life so carelessly?
Confrontation and Anger
I stormed upstairs, fury bubbling inside me. There he was, lounging on the couch, engrossed in a football game, a bag of chips in hand. “Tim! Where are my f***ing paintings?” I demanded, my voice shaking with rage.
He glanced at me nonchalantly and said, “Oh, honey, relax. You should be thanking me for taking out that junk.”
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His dismissive attitude was the final straw. I exploded in anger, yelling at him, but he remained unbothered, barely acknowledging my distress. It was clear he didn’t understand or care about the pain he’d caused.
The Plan for Revenge
As I stood there, seething, a plan began to form in my mind. If he could so casually discard something that meant so much to me, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine. I decided to retaliate in a way that would hit him where it hurt the most.
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The next day, I waited until Tim left for work. Fueled by a sense of righteous indignation, I methodically gathered all his cherished belongings—his prized football memorabilia, his vintage record collection, even his favorite recliner. I loaded everything into the back of my car and drove to the nearest charity shop. Watching the workers unload his precious items, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Let’s see how he likes it, I thought.
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