Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 714 - : 713 Primitive Tribe

Chapter 714: 713 Primitive Tribe

The essence of competitive sports, in fact, resembles the tribes of primitive society—

fighting for survival.

There’s no right or wrong, simply a struggle for food, for water, for life, everyone protecting the lifeline of their own tribe.

Everything is just that simple, a matter of life and death.

As the defending champions, the Kansas City Chiefs are a huge target, with all other teams eyeing them covetously, seizing any chance to defeat them, never passing up an opportunity to humiliate the Chiefs—

They are competitors.

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There’s only one Super Bowl Champion, and the defending champions are the target everyone longs to beat.

Of course, there are also some nitpickers who just want to vent their emotions by cursing, not specifically targeting the Kansas City Chiefs but anything that comes into their view, hence they open fire.

A dizzying barrage of abuse.

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This season, the Kansas City Chiefs performed outstandingly, never hitting a rookie wall, but instead being even more dominant than last season, continuing the momentum of the defending champions and running shoulder to shoulder with the Los Angeles Rams at the head of the League.

The higher the expectations, the higher the disdain as well.

However, when facing top teams, the Kansas City Chiefs were always just a bit unlucky, and after the New England Patriots and the Los Angeles Rams, they lost their third game of the season, still to a first-tier powerhouse, the Los Angeles Chargers—

Underachievers. Pretenders. Unable to bear the weight.

All kinds of backlash came at them, instantly submerging the Chiefs.

“Goodnight, hope you die peacefully.”

“Sorry, but I think the Los Angeles Chargers should’ve won ’35:0′.”

“There’s no difference between the Kansas City Chiefs and the dog excrement in my backyard gutter.”

“It’s not hype, I’m not biased, just objectively watching the performance of these two teams, one looks like champions, the other… like the Kansas City Chiefs.”

“You donkeys miss opportunities time and again, only ever making a statement against weak teams, revealing your true colors the moment you face a genuine championship-caliber team. Defending champions? Ha, you might as well kiss my ass.”

“The best Los Angeles Chargers, the worst Kansas City Chiefs, could the League stop mindlessly hyping Li Wei, please?”

“So, this is the so-called next face of the League, then the NFL might as well shut down.”

“Brady’s successor? The next GOAT? Haha, what a joke, Li Wei is the NFL’s most overrated genius.”

“Li Wei, please stop calling out to the media, your jokes aren’t funny and look stupid, hurry back and study your playbook.”

“The Hunter incident already showed, when the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam is askew.”

“Because they defeated the New England Patriots last season, they were treated like superheroes. Please stop glorifying the Kansas City Chiefs, birds of a feather, they’re no different from the New England Patriots. Therefore… the Los Angeles Rams are the champions!”

“Serves them right. The concealment and cover-up of the Hunter incident, what goes around comes around, it’s just a matter of time.”

“Hahaha, the happiest moment of the season, hats off to Coach Lynn.”

Attack. Mockery. Insults. Contempt.

All kinds of comments are available; pervasive and comprehensive attacks make it seem, for a moment, as if half the world stood against the Kansas City Chiefs.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Open social media, and that hatred almost spills out, filled with dirtier, uglier, more bloodthirsty language filling the corners of your view.

Even seeing it with one’s own eyes, it’s still hard to believe that people can harbor such intense hatred and express it so unabashedly.

Guns and cannons, all aimed at Li Wei. As the captain and leader of the Kansas City Chiefs, over two-thirds of the hate was directed at him.

At the same time, Mahomes, who had become the starting quarterback this season and had been showered with praise as the League’s new darling, also faced considerable fire.

“…So, this is the ceiling for the League’s future quarterbacks? Haha.”

“The Kansas City Chiefs thought they had struck gold, but instead, they’ve just shown their true colors.”

“I know the League is eager to find successors for Manning and Brady to continue the quarterback conversation; but I never knew the League was this starved and desperate.”

“Honestly, with Mahomes’ level of play, I really don’t understand how you can praise him.”

“A dud. Oh, sorry, there’s really no need to discuss whether the tenth overall pick is a dud or not since there were never any high hopes to begin with. The Kansas City Chiefs should just cut their losses in time and start looking for another quarterback.”

“They made their bed, now lie in it. The Kansas City Chiefs should’ve kept Smith from the start, instead of a sophomore greenhorn. Probably got carried away seeing rookie Li Wei succeed a little and decided to go all-in on Mahomes, but please, quarterback is not the same as running back, okay?”

Objectively speaking, Mahomes indeed did not perform at his best in this game:

A completion rate of 58.8%, 199 passing yards, two touchdowns, and one interception.

All his statistics were at their season-low; but to be fair, it was because of Mahomes’ previously stellar performances that this game’s figures seemed so bleak. Comparatively speaking, Mahomes was still above the League average, far from being terrible or a disaster.

Moreover, even with that, the game between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Los Angeles Chargers remained close until the end.

But does anyone care?

No.

Brittany really couldn’t bear to keep watching.

She constantly reminded herself not to pay attention to social media, not to mind those trolls and haters, not to let online comments disrupt her rhythm.

However, it was not an easy task.

She put down her phone, locked it in a drawer, and completely blocked out the noise, but she didn’t even last five minutes before she was making all sorts of excuses to take out her phone again.

And then, before she realized it, she couldn’t help but open the social media app again.

Seeing those curses, Brittany couldn’t control herself; she immediately clicked on the comment box and furiously typed back a sharp retort; she kept typing until a character limit notification popped up, which finally brought some sense back to her, cooling off her anger and calming her down.

She took a deep breath and deleted her replies clean.

She couldn’t be impulsive, she couldn’t be reckless, and most importantly, there was no need to engage in flame wars with netizens, as it would only encourage the haters further.

This wasn’t good for Mahomes.

In the end, Brittany put down her phone, picked up her keys, and forced herself to leave the house.

Only by leaving the phone, tv, phone calls, computer, and the internet completely behind, and shifting her focus, could she calm down.

Pushing open the door, Brittany was startled to see that the sky was only just starting to brighten and the sun hadn’t fully risen yet; the whole city was slowly waking up from the night.

It turned out she had tossed and turned the whole night, never once falling asleep, and dawn had already broken before she knew it.

So, now what? Should she just wander around outside somewhere?

“Good morning.”

A distant greeting came her way. Brittany looked towards the source of the voice and saw Li Wei, who had just returned from his morning run.

Li Wei didn’t stop, continuing on his way.

Brittany hesitated for a moment, and before her brain could decide, her voice broke free from her throat, “Li Wei!”