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Big Ben talks about the Chiefs getting defeated by the Texans and officially ending their streak of AFC West titles, the Philadelphia Eagles falling to the Chargers in OT on MNF, Maller's Mountain of Money: Jim Morrison Edition, and more! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
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We crank up this hour on the island game in Kansas City, where Houston walked into Arrowhead and turned a Chiefs birthright into a bad dream, twenty to ten, with Collinsworth and Tirico looking on.
What went down at Arrowhead? Houston’s top-tier defense hounded Patrick Mahomes into three interceptions, stuffed two late fourth downs, Nico Collins ripped chunk plays, and the Texans moved to eight and five with their fifth straight win while the under-five-hundred Chiefs now need a miracle just to sniff a wild card.
Did Andy Reid’s promised aggressiveness land? Not even close; instead of tickling anything, the Texans gave Kansas City a brutal defensive checkup and the Chiefs offense sputtered like a stalled jalopy.
How bad was the Chiefs offense? Twelve drives produced a parade of punts, picks, and turnovers on downs, they were four for fourteen on third down, and their playoff odds deflated like a sad party balloon.
Was this on Mahomes or his help? Mahomes was pressured but only sacked twice, yet his pass catchers staged a mutiny with six drops, Rashi Rice spiked a fourth-and-four layup, and Travis Kelce’s tip turned into a pick as Mahomes finished fourteen of thirty-three for no scores and three giveaways with a sub-twenty rating.
Does this win ease the heat on C.J. Stroud? Not really; Kansas City practically handed over points with turnovers, and Stroud went three for twelve for thirty-two yards after halftime, so the Texans still look defense-first and top heavy.
We pivot to Monday night, a strange but memorable overtime in Los Angeles where the Chargers edged Philadelphia twenty-two to nineteen behind Cameron Dicker’s five field goals, including a go-ahead bomb from fifty-four, and a Tony Jefferson pick at the one that sealed it.
What’s the read on Jalen Hurts right now? Four interceptions headlined a masterpiece of malfunction that even featured a wild trifecta on one snap—pick, recovery, then fumble—with a five-game slide marked by a low seventy-two passer rating, under sixty percent completions, and giveaways stacking up.
It’s a team sport; Jalen will shoulder a lot of it, but we have to coach him into better spots, and the turnovers were out of character for us.
That’s classic deflection; the quarterback’s paid to own it, and Sirianni feels more like a sideline hype man than a problem solver right now, especially with A.J. Brown’s misfires—thirteen targets, six grabs, a key end-zone drop—hinting at a disconnect.
Does the schedule save Philly? The runway softens, but cupcakes aren’t a cure for incompetence, and this kind of night often produces a staff scapegoat with the offensive brain trust on alert.
Can Jim Harbaugh finally exhale after that Chargers win? No chance; living off field goals won’t travel, five Philly turnovers should’ve meant a blowout but yielded just two kicking drives before the last pick, and Justin Herbert held the ball like a family heirloom while finishing under fifty percent with two fumbles, a pick, two-seventy-five yards, and only sixteen first downs.
The Chargers’ stretch isn’t cozy either—Arrowhead, Dallas, Houston, and Denver—and that is a rocky road for a team that can’t finish drives.
Then we hit a Doors-themed Maller’s Mountain of Money for Jim Morrison’s birthday, with Mark rolling with Ben and Travis teaming with Coop.
Coop’s side cruised through late-career ring chasers—think Elway, Jason Kidd, Gary Payton, Charles Woodson, Alonzo Mourning, and Jamie Moyer—while Ben’s crew knocked out good-teammate types like Tim Duncan, Larry Fitzgerald, Jason Kelce, and Dustin Pedroia amid a goofy Dusty-versus-Dustin spat.
After a few blown clues and some midnight grousing—yes, I told Coop to go to bed—the buzzer hit and the studio was still buzzing.
Band blaring, crowd roaring, school colors flying—fans riding the rhythm into the night.