I've already suffered through enough drought years to know the football gods aren't done humbling me, so I'm taking the under on miracles and accepting that Mahomes is about to dad-dick us in Kansas City.

The Rams are about to remind Kansas City why we don't hand out Super Bowl rings for first-quarter field goals, folks.

After surviving the Jeff Fisher years, I didn't think the football gods could be cruel enough to let me watch Sean McVay's Rams get dad-dicked by Patrick Mahomes in Kansas City, but here we are, and I'm pretty sure this is how they punish you for being happy in 2022.

The Rams are about to learn what it's like to get run over by a team that literally won't stop winning and honestly I'm too desensitized to even be nervous about it anymore.

The Rams are about to learn what it feels like when Patrick Mahomes wakes up in the second quarter and remembers he's basically playing a different sport than everyone else.

The Rams are playing like a guy trying to steal from a house where the owner's already awake and making coffee in the kitchen.