The Steelers dominate. Both feet land in the end zone.
A truly professional turnoaround conducted by an Amazing Pittsburgh Offensive Line. It was obvious. Bizarre and mystical, an act of pure human will captured on camera — a man aware of the risks, the defaults and the incentives. Antonio Holmes, arrested for marijuana possession earlier this year, virtually for the use of performance enhancement.
Panic has set down on the Cardinals.
“They need a miracle right now,” says Michael.
The aura in the room darkens. Madden starts blabbery before the field goal for effect. All is beginning. And it’s good. 35 seconds. They need a touchdown. “They need Jesus,” says Michael. I remain skeptical.
Pittsburgh knows what has burned. Great excitement enveloped them all when it happened. Santonio Holmes taking his ninth catch. His coach looks at him with a look of absolute trust.
“Shit,” says Charles. “They’re trying to win this game just for having played it.”
The Steelers are stoked for having had their opportunity.
I remember the last thiryty seconds in a different way, with the Cardinals facing absurdly awesome gain in the face of all sorts of deterrance. Pittsburgh is interested in stopping any sort of personal gathering at all cost.
With five seconds left, Pittsburgh breaks into celebration. There was a sack. A sack. A sack. “It makes my face burt,” he says. “You’re going to make my face hurt,” says Charles.
A penalty is called. Pittsburgh looks triumphant. Destiny is cast in stone.
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