Thanks so much to David Lengel, my partner in liveblogging for over a decade. I usually talk more about the game here but I want to take this time to thank you all for reading me all of these years. I came in here completely green and I found that the Guardian readers held me to a high standard and, alongside my many wonderful editors over the years, really helped turn me from a would-be internet comedian to a genuine sportswriter.
I will miss having you all as an audience. I hope you stick with the Guardian’s US sports team as they continue to cover the aftermath of the Super Bowl and beyond. It’s really been an honor to work with so many talented and encouraging writers. I have no idea what’s next but I hope that I have even half as much fun as I did here over the last 12 years. Ciao!
Have they just not announced Super Bowl MVP? In any case, the internet tells me that it’s Patrick Mahomes for the third time in his career and there is no other logical candidate, so I’m going to assume that they’re right.
The league is trying to push “the Chiefs as underdogs” narrative and “the Chiefs dynasty” narrative and, uh, you have to pick one!
Travis Kelce is up next and he … sings Viva Las Vegas? The camera cuts to a visibly embarrassed Taylor Swift several times.
Larry Csonka is here to hand the Vince Lombardi trophy to John Elway, who brings it to the stage.
I hate the fact that the owners get to touch the Lombardi trophy first. After a minute of corporate speak, Chiefs head coach Andy Reid gets it. He leads his team in yelling: “How about those Chiefs!”