A Dream Win

The date? - September 19th, 2010.

The time? - 3:52 pm.

The place? – Legendary Lambeau Field….

They’re down by 6 with 1:39 left on the clock. Old number 4 takes the field, he looks cool and calm even though he’s taken a beating all day long. He knows the defense is tired now and he knows this is his time.

He reads all-out blitz, and audibles to a go route. Even though he’s engaged with a defensive end, his left tackle makes an all-pro play by picking up the blitzing linebacker with a vicious hand punch. Number four rolls right so to see in between his linemen; he knows he’s little short for an NFL QB. Nevertheless, he fires a strike, it’s good for a thirty-four yard gain.

He looks up at the clock and there’s too much time and reminds his men to stay in bounds. Now, he dissects them like a surgeon, inside draw, screen, slant, boom, boom boom; he’s at the two. With four seconds left he calls his own number, a boot-leg left, it’s a race to the cone with the linebacker bearing down on him. He leaps into the air, and absorbs a big hit that spins him around, but somehow he lands in the end-zone. Triumphant, he gets up and slams the ball into the grass as his team mobs him. He loves all the love, but he’s looking for someone special; his left tackle. He runs to him and leaps as the big guy catches and hugs him….”We did it Jamone! We did it!” he screams. His huge protector hollers back, “Didn’t I tell you!? Didn’t I tell you, Bri-Bri!?”

The Bills win! The Bills win!  

Yeeeaaahhhh…..I can’t frigin’ wait!

GO BILLS!