Well, it’s Saturday morning folks, and I’m filled with the delights of the West Coast, particularly a 4×2 In N Out Burger! Life is good, vacation is amazing! It has been a bit off to be away from all the NFL news, but checking in this morning, it doesn’t look like there’s been a great deal. Favre Watch became LT watch for a while, but it now looks like LT is on his way to NYJ. And the StarCaps trial has wrapped up so now we’re playing the waiting game. But other than that, there’s only really been more speculation, whether it be on the future of AP, or Ray Edwards, but the bottom line is that there really hasn’t been much. So to celebrate this feast of nothingness, here’s #3 in my Top Ten Moments of 2009 and a certain catch…
There are some moments which don’t need words to describe them. There are some moments which, no matter how many times I see them get my adrenaline flowing and endorphins rushing. There are some moments which fill me with pride and joy. This moment was all of these things.
Week 3 versus the 49ers, at home in the Metrodome was the first game this season that I got to watch. Weeks 1&2 I was either busy or unable to find a feed online to watch the game, so I sat down in to watch the 9ers game with giddy excitement. This was the first time I got to watch Brett on live in action (albeit on screen) and it was his first home game of the season, so it was sure to be a special one.
After finding a feed, the lady and I sat down to enjoy the game and have our Sunday tea. It wasn’t the most exciting game to watch. We never really dominated, and the loss of Frank Gore for the 9ers meant they focused their attack in the air, meaning we couldn’t deal with it. The game became a blur of emotion, but one moment stuck out. Thanks for more poor pass defending the 9ers were 4 up with around a minute to go. My lovely lady was inches away from turning the feed off, but I managed to stop her saying that if we’re gonna lose, I wanna see it through to the end because we still have a chance. In the plays that followed, Favre connected twice with Percy on 3rd down situations to keep the drive going, but at around their 20, we suddenly only had 12 seconds left, one play, one shot at ripping the win away from San Francisco.
Favre in the shotgun dropped deep, but the rush was on. He unbelievably turned away from a certain sack as he rolled to his right, and then flung the pig skin into the air…. silence…. a long silence….. and then suddenly, despite being tightly covered, someone in Purple pulled the ball out of the sky and got his feet down. “It’s caught! It’s Greg Lewis! TOUCHDOWN!” bellowed Paul Allen (not that I heard this at the time). My fiancée and I both began yelling in our little living room, jumping up and down, whooping for joy! A moment of football perfection, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. A perfect throw, a perfect catch, at the perfect time. Years from now, I will still be able to watch this clip and a smile will beam across my face. This moment was just perfect!
Well I hope that roused a little Purple Pride in y’all. I’ll be back real soon, probably with #2, but you never know….