Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 289 Drunk
Jogging along the Missouri River, the fresh air hits your face. Although it is early winter, large patches of red and yellow maple leaves still remain on the treetops, and the gentleness of late autumn flows under your footsteps. Kansas City in the early morning is already busy and diligent, and the trivial and lively sounds gradually awaken the life and vitality of the city.

"morning."

"Hey, morning."

Levi was already familiar with this road, and likewise, this road was already familiar to Levi.

Over the past six months, Levi would go jogging along the road every morning. Warming up was only one aspect of his job. He also wanted to get familiar with the city, the climate, and the biological clock of his daily training. From spring through summer and autumn, winter had arrived in the blink of an eye.

Slowly, the city residents around the road began to get used to Levi's presence.

Seven days a week, they do this without rest, laziness or neglect. Over time, residents have taken the initiative to say hello. A simple "morning" is enough to convey a greeting, and it doesn't need to be complete.

Levi didn't need to respond, a look and a wave were enough.

While jogging, Levi would pass by a grain warehouse and an oil refinery. On home game days, workers could be seen gathering at the door early waiting just to greet Levi and cheer for the game.

It is these ordinary, trivial, simple and insignificant daily lives that allow Levi to quietly integrate into this city and truly establish a connection with it.

Other fans often wonder why a mere running back can win unanimous support at Arrowhead Stadium. Even if Levi's performance on the field is indeed convincing, it is still confusing and puzzling. Not to mention running backs, even quarterbacks rarely receive such treatment.

That's because they don't live in Kansas City. They haven't left social networks, the virtual world built by mobile phones and computers, and returned to reality with their feet on the ground, seeing and experiencing with their own eyes.

Of course, not all sounds are pleasant.

"Levi, shit!"

It doesn't matter if they encounter such a rude attack, they can just raise their middle fingers and fight back. Anyway, they dare not act rashly when they see Levi's physique. They are just talking nonsense. Once Levi changes the direction of his running, they will wish they had two more legs to increase their escape speed.

Occasionally, there are exceptions.

"I told you, I told you."

"In the end, we will all be disappointed and everything will come to naught. How can a running back save us? Even the quarterback can't help, so what can the running back do?"

"Ha, that's ridiculous!"

"This is the stupidest daydream I've ever seen. Don't get your hopes up or you'll be disappointed."

"One or two of you are still dreaming of a playoff victory. How stupid! How ignorant! In this state, you can't even make the playoffs."

"Levi, hey, Levi! Tell me, what do you think?"

Chris Provos was drunk and stumbled out of the Old Oak Tavern, reeking of alcohol. He almost tripped on the steps and fell out. This scared Anderson, who was chasing him. His heart almost flew out of his throat. He barely managed to grab Provos' right hand, but he didn't expect that he would be dragged out with him.

Levi, who was jogging by, saw this scene, braked suddenly, opened his arms to embrace Provos, and used his shoulder to push Anderson to cushion the impact, thus avoiding a disaster.

Anderson was still frightened and pale. "Just put him...put him on the ground, Levi, thank God."

Levi looked at the ground. After all, it was already December, so he helped Provos to the side and leaned against the handrail of the stairs.

However, Provos did not appreciate it.

"Nothing, nothing, nothing at all!"

From the first time they met, Provos, the greasy guy, didn't like Levi. He always played the opposite tune, and his whole body was filled with sadness, anger, struggle and pain. There has been no change until now.

"what."

Provos laughed like a madman.

"Haha, should we believe you? Levi, tell me the answer, should we believe you?"

"No..." Provos asked and answered himself, shaking his head repeatedly to express denial, "In the end, when the season ends, there will be nothing, just like each of us. Nothing." As he spoke, Provos looked at Levi with a hint of fragile sadness in his eyes.

Levi could read too much pain and struggle in the questions. He was about to tell Provos:
Competitive sports are about winning, but not just about winning.

They should also not forget the hard work and hardships in the process of reaching the championship and victory. The ups and downs of struggle and resistance are also an indispensable part of it. Without the bitterness of failure, there would be no sweetness of victory; without the difficulty of fighting, there would be no joy of victory.

And they are still fighting.

However, before he could say anything, Provos blinked and looked at Levi blankly.

"Feel sorry……"

Before he finished speaking, Provos turned around and hung on the stair railing and began to vomit, like drying sauerkraut.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in his stomach, just alcohol and stomach acid, and the air was filled with a sour and fishy smell.

Everything happened in a flash, and there was no time to stop it.

Anderson, "God! Charles! Charles!"

After shouting twice, West came out. When he saw Levi, he only had time to raise his hand to signal. Then he noticed the mess at the door. He rolled up his sleeves and dragged Provos in like a sack, still cursing.

Anderson looked at Levi——

Thousands of words finally turned into a single word: "I'm sorry."

Levi laughed dumbly and waved his hand, "What special event was there last night?"

It was still early in the morning, too early for a bar; as for the evening, Missouri had set the last business hours for bars, 1:30 a.m. for a few places and 3 a.m. for most bars.

No overnight stays.

Anderson shrugged slightly. "Yes, it's my birthday. After the bar closes, we arranged a card game and a group of friends got together."

It turned out to be the case.

This also explains Provos's situation. Even though he was penniless and Anderson refused to let him buy on credit, he still drank until he vomited.

Anderson also interpreted Levi's meaning, "He just took the opportunity to drink."

After a pause, "Levi, I'm sorry, Chris is just full of bullshit."

Levi waved his hands, "I understand. I don't like it, but I understand."

Hopefully, it's something like this:

Having no hope is a cruel thing, but the despair that is extinguished after hope appears is an even more cruel torture. It is better for hope to have never appeared in the past, because what is more terrifying than hope is the anxious expectation.

From the six-game winning streak that ignited hope, the Kansas City Chiefs' season seemed to have a bright future; to the despair of six consecutive losses, they suddenly fell into the abyss, and the torture was indescribable.

not to mention--

"Chris has never liked me. We didn't get along from the beginning. I'm used to it." Levi joked seriously.

Anderson was stunned for a moment, then realized that Levi was joking, and couldn't help but smile. He hesitated but still asked.

"Do you have a moment?"

(End of this chapter)