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Jalen Hurts and the Philadelphia Eagles completely dominated the Kansas City Chiefs in the first half. In other words, Patrick Mahomes had them right where he wanted them, as he employed his Patricks of the trade—which included overcoming a severe high-ankle re-sprain—to come from behind and give the now dynastic-curious Chiefs their second Super Bowl win in four years. “The Eagles had more first downs, converted more third-down and fourth-down attempts, ran more plays, gained more yards and won the time of possession. But it didn’t matter.” Kendall Baker of Axios has a good review of the game, and SI’s Greg Bishop and Conor Orr take a deeper look at how the Chiefs made this season happen. A Different Kind of Team. A Different Kind of Adversity. Another Chiefs Super Bowl.

+ Patrick Mahomes followed up his season MVP award by being named the Super Bowl MVP, an award he should really share with the syringe-pusher who gave him the pain shot during halftime. Of course, the MVP could just have easily gone to Donna Kelce’s uterus. The Chiefs’ Travis played well for the Chiefs and Jason was even more dominating for the Eagles. Big brother Jason summed up the experience of playing against, and ultimately losing, the biggest game on earth to one’s brother. “Maybe it hasn’t hit me yet. I was a little emotional when I saw my mom and dad. Trav was not too emotional about. I was just like, ‘F— you, congratulations.” The Super Bowl LVP was the team that mangaged the slip ‘n slide turf.

+ Bump and Grind: Rihanna wisely stayed on platforms above the field, especially since she used the performance to reveal her baby bump (if that was the pregnancy announcement, can you imagine the gender reveal party?). “Every artist wants their show to be bigger than the last, and ‘you don’t want to be a bummer.’ So they got together and figured out a fix: Put Rihanna in the air.” Wired: How Rihanna Pioneered a New Kind of Super Bowl Performance. Rob Harvilla in The Ringer: Rihanna Quiet Quit the Super Bowl Halftime Show. Rihanna’s “hiatus seemed to only make her more powerful and beloved; her absence, too, is charity somehow. We ecstatically miss her even when she’s there. Even towering high above the literal Super Bowl field, she is holding back; she is chill; she is quite at her leisure. Like that persistent myth that humans only use 10 percent of their brains, she is operating at 10 percent capacity because that’s all our bodies can stand.” (If you missed it, here’s a video of the halftime show.)

+ Here’s a look at how all the commercials went over according to USA Today’s ad meter panelists. The most telling cultural shift was that last year, Matt Damon was pushing crypto and this year, Ben Affleck was pushing donuts. Conservative investors should always ignore the hype and seek longterm value (and nothing says longterm value like fried dough dipped in glaze.) I dug the ads featuring Binky Dad and the one with the flag football running girl, and while I’m not a potential costumer for the product or a fan of those behind the effort, the Jesus commercials are pretty damn good (though, at first, I thought the slogan Jesus didn’t want us to act like adults was an ad for the House GOP.)

+ While it was a bit of bummer that the game’s conclusion depended so heavily on a penalty call, it’s worth noting that Eagles cornerback James Bradberry admitted he held. “I pulled on his jersey. They called it. I was hoping they would let it ride.” (Admitting a mistake? Someone get this guy some media training.)

+ And finally: How do you know for sure that Vader has turned to the dark side? He goes to the Super Bowl with the Emperor.

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