Didya get that looking glass I sentcha? Cause we about to crash right through that mofo….
Week 19 started much like Week 5, with #OddWeekJaguras punching Yinzburgh in the mouth. Much CBS Narrative was foiled. But this time, down 28-7…Stillers fought back and made a game of it. And what a game it was. Full credit, despite the YUUUUUUGE deficit, the shitty home fans booing, and the nightmare matchup (I’m convinced JAX beats them 9x out of 10, regardless of location), The Ben and palz make BORT and one legged Horny Fourny earn this one. And to their great credit – they played a masterful 4th quarter and didn’t give an inch when the pressure mounted. Speaking of inches….LOLOLOLOLOLOL, Todd Haley. What a fucknuts. I’ll give Doug Marrone credit for having the balls to kick the icing 44-yard FG – in Heinz Field, in the elements – at the 1:50 mark, too. That would have terrified me. AND YES – the onside kick was still the correct call. I mean, there were a combined 87 fucking points scored in this game, and ONE first down means game over. You’re supposed to play field position??
Yes, this is the best chance the P*ts have to lose, even on an even week. Sports hypnosis, maybe? BELIEVE it’s an odd week!
And it turned out that 45-42 was today’s normal game. Yeah. A pedestrian 17-zip Viking beatdown spiraled into instant 2nd half classic, with absolutely everything a football game can have. It was fucking madness. After Lionel Hutz matched Kai Pond’s under 2:00 FG, Minny had no business winning the football game. Keenum doesn’t even have a big enough arm to throw a Hail Mary, FFS. But…a crucial point – Coach Zimmer used his timeouts perfectly, managing what meager clock he had left to wring every last bit of marrow out of the bone. So…the Vikes had time for one last desperate play, even if there was no rational way for them to do fuckall with it. Clock management is well-important, people. Minnesota doesn’t get their miracle without that necessary predicate. An amazing game, hats off to the gladiators who took part. Easily the two best squadrons in the NFL, and #3 ain’t within spittin’ distance.
Philly needs a weather assist next Sunday. A really big one. I’m betting on the prophecy continuing, Jaguras/Vikes for all the marbles.
Having missed all the action this weekend, Hippo thoughts is my favorite second hand account. Also, happy that I’m totes okay with 50% of remaining teams to win the stupid trophy!
We’ll see how this shakes out, but I feel like last night might have been when this reality diverged from the darkest timeline.
In the true darkest timeline, Diggs tripped over his own feet at the five yard line and fumbled the ball out the back of the end zone.
Here’s a recap from Donks’ vulgar comedy guy, complete with Saints’ guy HULK SMASHing his teevee off the balcony:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h69lxVBiSvg
Clock management is well-important, people.
Especially when your team is already eliminated, and the Golden Corral manager thinks he spotted Andy Reid’s car in the parking lot.
That Vikes play probably cost me about $450 in GAMBLOR, but I still smiled. It was just such beautiful entropy. And then they saved my remaining $400 by kneeling, I really like these guys now. Such good Karma, man.
They are the anti-P*ts.
Do you think this kills Todd Haley’s shot at being a head coach? I sure hope so.
Should? Yes. Will? NO.
I’m really happy that I was alone in the house when the Diggs play happened – my wife was off walking the dog. Both of them would have been terrified by my reaction. As it was I think she heard me from half a block away.
During the game it was very civil, especially when the Vikes went up 17-0. Taj started making a little more noise as the Saints came back. The last play. Obviously unscripted but I lost my goddamn mind. I’ll probably be a little hoarse for a day or two.
I was utterly spent a couple hours later after the adrenaline wore off.
I’m still watching replays.
I mean, how could you NOT? No matter how scrambled your brains may get in the future, that will be the very last thing they hold onto.
The spontaneity of it was breath taking. I alternated between screaming laughing babbling and tears.
What an amazing and totally pure moment of joy.
It made this whole damn thing worth it.
It was fucking beautiful.
I had a similar experience at age 13 with “The Fumble” – crying and screaming invective at the teevee (I thought Byner had scored), then running in joy as I saw Donks pointing the other way.
The Vikes had another hail Mary against Cleveland in 1980? That was caught by Ahmad Rashad and sent them to the playoffs. I may mention that later this week. The Vikings played Philly the week after it happened.
NO SHIT??
I shit you negative!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwWdA-o04sg
solid assist from NC State’s Ted Brown! Almost the exact same score, even…
That hook and ladder play before the hail Mary set the whole thing up. I was living in Davenport Iowa with my mom right after my parents divorce when this happened and I’m pretty sure my brother and dad heard me across the river in Rock Island Illinois.
perfectly executed. I dig the situational awareness. #ThePauls even pressured correctly, it was just execution all around. Sometimes the 2% happens.
This is still some kick ass sound!
https://www.youtube.com/embed/OKgUiBOpsZ4
This is why sports will never die.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKgUiBOpsZ4
Yup. There’s nothing like it, when it’s at it’s best.
Come on shitty weather in Philly!!!!
If you aren’t a fan of Steelers or Saints, that was a pretty satisfying day of football watching. And even if you are, ya gots ta admit that was all pretty exciting.
Damn – wordpress cut it off.
That’s Magary’s headline this morning as well.
this was funny to see 50 new comments saying the same thing pop up.
Clock management is well-important, people.
“I challenge that statement.”
-Sean Payton