Patrick Mahomes’s Childhood Friend Is Evicted—The Gift He Brings Leaves Reporters Speechless
In the heart of Tyler, Texas, where the summer heat clings to the sidewalks like a memory, Roman Veil stood on his front porch, clutching an eviction notice with trembling hands. The paper felt heavier than the countless football trophies he and his childhood friend Patrick had lifted together in their glory days.
But glory days don’t pay the rent, and memories don’t keep the lights on. “Three days,” Roman whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant sound of kids tossing a football at the neighborhood park—the same park where he and Patrick had first met, where their friendship had been forged through endless hours of catch and shared dreams of making it big.
The world knew Patrick Mahomes as the superstar quarterback, a Super Bowl MVP. But to Roman, he was just Pat—the skinny kid who couldn’t out-throw him until they were 14. Life had taken them down different paths: one to unimaginable heights, the other to a modest life coaching youth football and working odd jobs to make ends meet.
Roman hadn’t reached out to Patrick in years—pride, perhaps, or the way time quietly stretches the distance between old friends. He watched from afar as Patrick became a household name, celebrating his victories in silence, defending him fiercely whenever anyone in town dared criticize him.
“Coach Veil!” called a young voice, breaking his thoughts. It was Cyrus Bellamy, one of his students from the youth football program. “Are we still having practice today?” Roman quickly folded the eviction notice and tucked it away, forcing a smile. “Of course, buddy. When have I ever canceled practice?” The truth was, today’s session would probably be their last. The community center, where he coached, was the only thing keeping him connected to the game he loved. But with eviction looming, he’d likely have to leave town, leaving behind the kids who looked up to him as a mentor.
As he walked with Cyrus to the field, Roman’s mind drifted back to a conversation he’d had with Patrick decades ago, sitting on the curb after a grueling practice. “One day,” Patrick had said, tossing the ball up and catching it, “we’re gonna make it big, Roman. Both of us. Promise me you’ll never give up.” “I promise,” Roman had replied, believing it with all his heart.
He’d kept that promise, just not in the way either of them had imagined. While he hadn’t made it to the NFL, he’d never given up on football. Instead, he’d given the game to others, teaching hundreds of kids over the years—not just how to play, but how to love the sport that had shaped his life.
Roman watched his students file in, each carrying their own dreams. There was Asher Doyle, whose quick feet reminded him of a young Patrick. Everett Stone, whose determination mirrored his own at that age. And little Quinn Fletcher, who couldn’t catch a pass to save his life but showed up to every practice with unwavering enthusiasm.
“All right, team,” Roman called, tossing a battered football in the air. “Let’s make today count!” The session was everything football should be—pure, joyful, full of energy and learning. Roman threw himself into every drill, every correction, every word of encouragement. If this was to be his last session, he wanted to make it matter.
As the sun set, Roman lingered after practice. The kids had all gone home except for Cyrus, who was still practicing field goals in the fading light. “You know, Coach,” Cyrus said, “my dad says you could’ve played in the NFL. That you were as good as Patrick Mahomes when you were young.” Roman chuckled, retrieving a wayward football. “Your dad’s being kind. No one was as good as Pat. But you know what? That’s not what matters most.”
“What matters most?” Cyrus asked.
“What you do with the talent you have. How you use it to help others. Patrick became the greatest. But you know what else is great? Helping someone else find their love for the game. Watching them grow, believe in themselves.”
Cyrus nodded, then asked the question Roman had been dreading. “Will you be here tomorrow, Coach?” Roman hugged the football to his chest. “I’ll always be here in spirit, Cyrus. Football’s not about where you play. It’s about how you play—and what you give back.”
After Cyrus left, Roman sat alone in the darkening field. The eviction notice felt like it was burning through his pocket. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through old photos. There was one from 30 years ago: him and Patrick, arms around each other, grinning wide after a high school championship. They looked so young, so full of promise.
He remembered what Patrick had said before leaving for college: “No matter what happens, Roman, we’re brothers. Football brought us together, but it’s more than that. We push each other to be better, on and off the field.”
Roman had never asked Patrick for anything. He’d wanted to make it on his own. But now, with not just his home but his purpose at stake, he wondered if it was time to swallow his pride. He opened his messaging app, fingers hovering. What would he even say? “Hey, Pat, remember me? Your old friend about to be homeless?” He closed the app, shaking his head.
Instead, he began writing letters to his students, wanting to leave them with more than memories of drills and pep talks. He wrote about perseverance, joy, and using sports to build character and community. Maybe this wasn’t the end—maybe it was a new beginning.
As he left for home, the janitor approached. “Coach Veil, there’s someone here to see you. Says it’s important.” Roman’s heart raced. He turned the corner and saw a familiar silhouette—tall, athletic, unmistakable even after all these years.
Patrick Mahomes stood there, hands in his pockets, a gentle smile on his face. “You’re a hard man to find, Roman,” Patrick said, stepping forward to embrace his old friend. “Had to ask half the town.” Roman returned the hug, emotion thick in his throat. “You could’ve just checked the field.”
They caught up, laughing about old times, but the eviction notice weighed on Roman. Patrick’s expression grew serious. “I heard you’re being forced out. That’s not the same as choosing to leave.” Roman shrugged, changing the subject, but Patrick wouldn’t let it go.
“I saw what your students posted online—how much you mean to them. They reached out to me, Roman. They’re fighting for you while you’re too proud to fight for yourself.”
Patrick pulled out a folder. “I bought your building. The whole complex. And before you start protesting about charity, this isn’t that. It’s an investment in you, these kids, this community. And I’m starting a youth football foundation. I need a director—someone who knows what this game can do for kids. Someone who never lost the joy.”
Roman was speechless. “I can’t—” “You can and you will. The job comes with an apartment. No more eviction notices. Just you, doing what you do best.”
The next morning, the news spread: Patrick Mahomes had saved the community center and launched a foundation, with Roman at the helm. Reporters flocked to hear the story. But the real magic was inside, where Roman’s students, new and old, gathered for practice, laughter, and hope.
As Roman watched Patrick toss a football with the kids, he realized that sometimes life’s greatest assists come from those who knew you before the world did. And that the true measure of greatness is not in trophies, but in the lives you lift along the way.
And so, with a new chapter ahead, Roman knew he was finally living the promise he’d made all those years ago—not just to his best friend, but to everyone who’d ever found family on a field.
Patrick Mahomes’ Childhood Home Is On the Market — and You Can Take a Look Inside
Courtesy of Randi Mahomes/Instagram
The Tyler, Texas home where Kansas City Chiefs quarterback Patrick Mahomes grew up is officially on the market with an asking price of $285,000.
Mahomes’ mom Randi put the house on the market when Patrick and his wife Brittany, both 29, teamed up with his brother, Jackson, 24, to surprise her with a new four-bedroom, $825,000 home in March.
“It’s bittersweet but it’s time for a change and Mia and I are so excited to have a new place to decorate and make a home and now I have a large space for those grand babies,” Randi shared in a statement to Realtor.com, referring to her daughter, Mia, 13.
“There were a lot of tears and laughter and memories in that house but it’s time to let a new family start to build their dream there now,” she added.
The Mahomes family purchased Patrick’s childhood home in 2006 for an undisclosed amount. The 1,475-square-foot house features three bedrooms and two bathrooms with “beautifully updated kitchen featuring new countertops, a stylish backsplash, KitchenAid appliances, and modern lighting perfect for hosting friends and family,” according to the listing.
Photos feature the new kitchen, carpeted bedrooms with large windows and ceiling fans, as well as the fenced-in backyard.
The 6,098-square-foot lot is “tucked away” on a quiet street, per the listing, offering privacy but also convenience, as it’s located near local shops and restaurants.
When her sons and daughter-in-law first surprised her with the new house, Randi took to Instagram to express her appreciation, posting a photo of herself outside the front entryway.
“Home is where the heart is — and my heart is full!” she wrote in the caption. “Beyond grateful for my amazing family @patrickmahomes @brittanylynne @jacksonmahomes and my grandbabies for this incredible blessing.”
“Being a Mom and Grandi is the greatest joy of my life, and I’m so thankful for the love that surrounds me every day,” she continued. “Here’s to new memories, laughter, and love in this beautiful new home! ❤️”
Jackson was quick to comment, writing, “love you momma!,” to which Randi replied, “I love you more.”
Randi’s new home features a pair of newly planted trees in the front yard, flanking a long sidewalk that leads to flower beds ahead of the front door. Inside, the house offers a formal dining room, butler’s pantry, and primary suite with a spa bathroom and floating tub.
