someone's mom walked into a four-hour argument about whether a quarterback is 'elite' last night, listened to two grown men cite passer rating at each other, and said, 'he's fine, honey, you just don't like him.' the room went quiet. one man put his phone face down. the other started reorganizing the chips. nobody has said the word elite since. i have spent twenty-five years covering this league and i have never seen a take die that cleanly. no rebuttal, no stat, no appeal to the tape. just a woman holding a casserole dish who understood the entire discourse better than the industry that sells it. the trend is clear: every fanbase is one calm mother away from ending its favorite argument, and none of you will invite her. i have news that will not comfort you. she's usually right, and she was never going to stay for the postgame