Yogi Berra once said “It ain’t over ‘till it’s over,” and this Yogi-ism rings especially true for the sport of football. Part of what makes the NFL so compelling is the sense of drama surrounding the finish of each close game. Just one play, no matter how low-percentage, can be the difference between ecstasy and anguish. Rhodes must've leaned over, I couldn't see him, but I could feel his breath and hear, "Guess I wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep.In perhaps one of the wildest finishes in NFL postseason history, the Minnesota Vikings knocked off the New Orleans Saints last Sunday afternoon thanks to a 61-yard Hail Mary pass as the clock wound down to zero. My muscles relaxed, my warm breath revibrated back at me since my lips grazed half the comforter and carpet. At the same time I was tangled with the very thing that provided comfort. Good news, I was protected by the blankets. I moved, but instantly I fell flat on my face. He stood on my comforters, seeing all my clothes everywhere, including my bras laying on the top of my two day worn jeans, uncleaned couch with additional pillows, towels that were curled up and used from showers - I had to stop thinking about anything else he was seeing. Never in a million years did I imagine this becoming a reality. "I didn't know what to expect," the voice sent a jolt throughout my body, "but honestly, this is better." Clean white, almost as if they were bleached, sneakers seemed out of place.
Then again, it wasn't as surprising as who stood on top of the two comforters that were folded up on the floor. Squinting my eyes, there was a ray of sunshine that shone through the curtains, touching the bottom of the bed frame. Somehow the purple fluffy blanket was tied between my legs, two comforters fell off the queen size mattress, another one covered my shoulders and torso. Probably from another point of view, I was sure it appeared like I was an alligator doing the death roll when the creature bit down on its prey and twirled. I tossed and turned throughout the night, ignoring the pain in my shoulders and knees. The blankets cocooned my whole body, during the night, dreams flowed and took form in moments from the day: tackles from the football game, Rhodes' touch and salty and sweet potato chips, and yelling, a girl's voice, similar to Olivia's voice - wait, was there a voice? Grabbing whatever shirt was left on the bed, I tucked it down over my shoulders, groaning from the already new bruises, and flopped on the mattress. The knee high socks kept my pants from slipping off my ankles, I didn't care. Cleats, knee pads, my shoulder pads, duffel bag, jersey, and pants were thrown at the foot of my bed. Once my head hit the pillow, I forgot the promise I made with Rhodes.
To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. Chuck Noll, Position: Guard, linebacker (1953-1959) NFL, Defensive line coach of Los Angeles/San Diego Chargers (1960 - 1961) Defensive coordinator of San Diego Chargers (1962 - 1965) and Baltimore Colts (1966 - 1968) Head Coach of Pittsburgh Steelers (1960-1991). ❝You can't make a great play until you first do it in practice.❞
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