Patrick Mahomes gifted his first-ever NFL training jacket to his father — and the reason why turned an old coat into a family treasure…

Patrick Mahomes gifted his first-ever NFL training jacket to his father — and the reason why turned an old coat into a family treasure…
His dad once said, “When the pressure makes you cold, wear this and think of home.” After 10 years, Patrick returned it with a 3-page letter.

The Jacket That Carried Home

In the heart of Tyler, Texas, where the summers burned hot and the winters carried a sharp chill, Patrick Mahomes grew up under the watchful eye of his father, Pat Sr., a former MLB pitcher whose lessons shaped a future NFL star. Among those lessons was one Pat Sr. gave Patrick at 15, when nerves before a high school football game left him trembling. Handing him an old jacket, Pat Sr. said, “When the pressure makes you cold, wear this and think of home.” Those words stuck, a beacon through the storms of Patrick’s rise to fame. In 2025, ten years after that moment, Patrick turned that old advice into a gift that transformed a worn NFL training jacket into a family treasure, leaving his father—and their community—in tears.

The jacket was no ordinary piece of clothing. It was Patrick’s first-ever NFL training jacket, given to him in 2017 when he joined the Kansas City Chiefs as a rookie. Faded red, with the Chiefs’ logo stitched on the chest, it had seen him through grueling practices, late-night film sessions, and the quiet moments of doubt when he wondered if he’d make it. Patrick had kept it, not for its warmth, but for what it represented: the start of a dream his father had helped him chase. Pat Sr.’s words echoed every time he wore it, grounding him in Tyler’s dusty fields, where they’d tossed a football under oak trees.

In June 2025, as Father’s Day loomed, Patrick wanted to honor his dad. Pat Sr. had faced a tough year—a health scare had slowed him, and the weight of watching his son’s meteoric rise from afar left him reflective. Patrick, now a Super Bowl MVP, decided it was time to give back. He pulled the jacket from a box in his Kansas City home, its fabric worn but intact. With it, he wrote a three-page letter, pouring out a decade’s worth of gratitude. The letter recounted moments—Pat Sr.’s late-night drives to games, his advice before Patrick’s first NFL start, the way he’d always said “think of home” when pressure loomed. “This jacket kept me warm,” Patrick wrote. “But you kept me strong. It’s yours now, Dad, because you’re my home.”

Patrick didn’t tell anyone. He flew to Tyler, the jacket folded in a bag, the letter tucked inside its pocket. On Father’s Day morning, he arrived at Pat Sr.’s modest house, where the smell of coffee and the hum of a lawnmower filled the air. They sat on the porch, swapping stories of old games and new dreams. Then Patrick handed his dad the jacket. “Open it,” he said, his voice steady but eyes bright. Pat Sr. unfolded the worn fabric, recognizing the Chiefs’ logo. His hands trembled as he found the letter and began to read.

The words hit hard. Patrick wrote of the pressure of his rookie year, how he’d worn the jacket imagining his dad’s voice. He described the Super Bowl wins, the moments he’d looked to the stands, wishing Pat Sr. was closer. “You told me to think of home,” the letter read. “Every time I did, I thought of you—your grit, your heart, your belief in me.” Pat Sr.’s eyes filled with tears, his tough exterior cracking. “You kept this all these years?” he asked, voice breaking. Patrick nodded. “And now it’s back where it belongs.”

They hugged, the jacket between them, a bridge across a decade of sacrifice and love. Pat Sr. slipped it on, the fit loose but perfect, and laughed through tears. “Still smells like the Chiefs’ locker room,” he joked. But the letter, now creased from his grip, was the real gift—a testament to a bond that had weathered distance, fame, and time. They spent the day together, grilling in the backyard, the jacket draped over a chair like a family heirloom.

Word of the gesture leaked when a neighbor, dropping by, saw Pat Sr. wearing the jacket and heard the story. She posted a photo on X: Pat Sr. in the red jacket, Patrick beside him, both smiling under the Texas sun. The caption read, “A son’s gift to his dad—a jacket and a letter that mean everything.” The post exploded, #HomeJacket trending nationwide. People shared stories of their own family keepsakes—an old watch, a recipe card, a letter that held a lifetime’s love. The image of the jacket, with its faded logo and untold stories, became a symbol of gratitude.

Tyler buzzed with emotion. At the local barbershop, folks swapped tales of Pat Sr.’s baseball days and Patrick’s rise, marveling at how a superstar stayed so grounded. A high school started a “Letters to Home” project, inspired by Patrick, encouraging kids to write to their parents. The jacket’s story spread to Kansas City, where Chiefs fans posted photos of their own team gear, captioning them with memories of family. A national news segment featured the story, showing the jacket and quoting Patrick’s letter: “You’re my home.”

Pat Sr. wore the jacket everywhere—to the grocery store, to church, to the park where he coached Little League. When asked about it, he’d grin and say, “My boy gave me this. It’s more than a coat.” He kept the letter in a frame, hung beside a photo of Patrick’s first NFL game. Friends who visited read it, often tearing up at the raw honesty of a son thanking his father for everything.

The gesture rippled outward. A Kansas City charity, inspired by the story, started a drive to donate jackets to families in need, each with a tag reading, “Think of home.” On X, people posted about their own “home” moments—gifts that carried meaning beyond their worth. A viral video showed Pat Sr. at a Tyler game, the jacket on, cheering kids as he once cheered Patrick. The caption: “A father’s love, a son’s gift.”

Years later, at a Chiefs game honoring fathers, the jumbotron played a video. It showed a young Patrick in the backyard, Pat Sr. tossing him a football, then cut to the Father’s Day moment—the jacket, the letter, the hug. The crowd roared, many wiping tears. The screen faded with Patrick’s words: “When the pressure makes you cold, think of home.” Patrick, on the sidelines, looked to the stands where Pat Sr. sat, wearing the jacket, and smiled.

Pat Sr. passed years later, the jacket folded in his closet, the letter by his bedside. At his memorial, Patrick spoke, holding the jacket up. “This was Dad’s,” he said, voice steady. “It kept us both warm.” Tyler mourned, but the story lived on—a mural downtown showed the jacket, its logo bright, with the words “3 generations – 1 heart” added for Patrick’s kids.

In Kansas City and Tyler, the jacket became a legend, a reminder that the smallest gifts—a coat, a letter—can carry the weight of a family’s love. And somewhere, Patrick Mahomes smiled, knowing a worn NFL jacket had become a treasure, warming his father’s heart and a community’s spirit.