The Raiders taunted Patrick Mahomes with a Kermit the Frog puppet and now their chickens will roost

The Raiders taunted Mahomes with a Kermit the Frog puppet dressed like him. Now he gets his chance at revenge.

The Las Vegas Raiders hate the Kansas City Chiefs. The Raiders also, for the most part, have a terrible time when they play the Chiefs.

Mark Davis’s team is 4-17 in its last 21 games against the defending two-time Super Bowl champions. That’s left Las Vegas in need of motivation to rise up and derail their AFC West rival. When they beat Kansas City 40-32 in Missouri in 2020, then-coach Jon Gruden took a post-game victory lap around Arrowhead Stadium. The Chiefs responded with six straight wins.

Last winter, the Raiders snapped that win streak with a 20-14 victory in one of the ugliest games of 2023. Las Vegas didn’t revel too hard after that win; instead, the team saved its trash talk for the offseason. And aimed it right at two-time MVP Patrick Mahomes.

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Dressing up a Kermit the Frog puppet like Mahomes, then having it say “I’m a [expletive]” is certainly a choice. The Raiders wanted Kansas City’s attention. They got it.

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Week 8 marks the first Chiefs-Raiders game since the offseason. It pits the league’s last undefeated team against a 2-5 squad and the league’s fourth-worst scoring defense. Mahomes has had the worst season of his career, efficiency-wise, thanks to a depleted receiving corps. Now he gets to face a just-OK passing defense with a chip on his shoulder.

Mahomes’s opportunity to “get it handled” begins at 4:25 ET Sunday.

Please, do not buy the Coors Light popsicles

Don’t even open them, unless you want to smell like weed. Because of a terrible beer popsicle, somehow.

Coors Light is a perfectly fine beer.

I mean, I understand the hate it gets. It doesn’t really taste like much. But that’s the point. It’s a mass appeal choice anyone (of legal drinking age) can handle. Beer is a complex subject and the wide range of styles makes it tough to find a brew that works for everyone. So while people might not be thrilled about the prospect of Coors Light, unless they’re a real jerk or a crybaby, they’re still gonna drink it.

The Coors-icle, however, is much more divisive.

The limited time offering promises to cool you down with the coldest possible approximation of Coors Light. For only $20 and change you can roll over to the brewer’s official shop and pick up a six-pack of non-alcoholic freezer pops that in no way, shape or form taste anything like the beer that inspired them.

There are several problems here, beginning with the fact a six-pack of freeze pops costs more than $20. That price is more in line with a future where barbarians wage war across the wastelands for the last drop of gasoline than 2023.

The first thing you notice when you cut open your Coors-icle — yes, you have to cut it because it’s not a normal freeze pop you can simply break open or chew the top off, creating an efficient tool for slitting the sides of your mouth — is that it smells like weed. The aroma transports you to the doorway of a dispensary. Maybe you’d think “oh wow, Coors is jumping on the trend of danky beers” but, no, this is just how the Coors-icle smells.

It is still, in fact, making my kitchen trashcan less employable 20 hours later. I can smell it, even in half-eaten melted form, from 20 feet away.

This in no way, shape or form impacts the flavor. There’s a lot of sugar involved, so you get a sweet cylinder of hard ice whose malt flavor doesn’t beer up the joint but instead leaves the whole thing tasting like tea. And at 60 calories and two ounces per pop, you wind up with something that clocks in at roughly four times more calories, by volume, as the brew it’s trying and failing to replicate.

Not tasting like Coors Light is the only thing these ice lollies have going for them. The flavor is fine. But while most freeze pops have a little aeration in their mixture, giving them a chewier, flakier texture, the Coors-icle is just a dumb block of bad-smelling ice.

It doesn’t get easier to eat as it warms up a little. It isn’t something you can crush up with your hands and slurp. It’s just the kindergarten science project of freezing orange juice and making toothpick-handled popsicles, without the sense of wonder or accomplishment.

My colleague Caroline Darney was much more optimistic with her review, even giving the quasi-dessert a 4.5 rating out of 10. Maybe you’ll like them! But my advice is not to buy the Coors-icles. Don’t even take one if offered, unless you want to smell like the parking lot of a Phish concert without any of the positive effects involved.