"Picture if you will..." said the voice of the team psychologist and it trailed off, but it found itself again. "Picture...if you will... A stream quietly flowing along a rocky embankment."

I tried to picture this but questions continued to invade my mind. "Was there Coors in said stream? What exactly did they mean when they said the Slver bullet won't slow you down?" My eyes opened and I found myself in the office of the team psychologist, the one Chan and Buddy set me up with. Dr. Hillamongreehoe. He was sitting in front of me frowning.

Coach Gailey said my snapping had become "erratic, unpredictable... Disturbing"

A week ago I could snap a ball through the open window of a car going 70. Now, just bending over puts me in a panic.

"You are Garrison Sanborn, long ball snapper for the Buffalo Bills you were BORN to SNAP!"

He snapped his finger. My eyes opened.

I was happy once... Unquestioning.... I snapped when they said snap. Fourth and long fourth ....fourth and short...it didn't matter. But then last week after practice Moorman found me in a dark corner of the locker room.

"You know who you really are don't you..." his voice trailed off, then he said "Meeshka mooshka Meee Lao shoo!"

And with that I was awake... Awake like I had never been before.

"At the bye week we make a break for it!" Brian walked away.

And nothing could ever be the same again.