You know the one, the beauteous 95 yard catch and scamper for a U of L TD. That wasn’t. The one where the rookie took it to the house — way faster than your favorite speedy home pizza delivery service — then dropped the payload on the porch without ringing the bell.
First some context.
Earlier in the day, during the noon window, in the day’s biggest upset, the Quack had just sealed its W against the Buckeyes with a late pick. The kid who made the play dashed to the sideline, ripped off his helmet, and with several of his similarly ebullient mates, rushed down toward the Oregon rooting section for a pose.
A zebra was trailing them, a hand in his pocket, ready to whistle a transgression. The celebrating Ducks were saved by several assistant coaches, screaming and spewing Steadman, and were herded back to the bench before the penalty flag was pulled.
It’s the nature of the game today. Players want to celebrate, and the NFL, stuffy as the oligarchs tend to be, finally gave its imprimatur a few seasons back. Now big scores and big stops mean mini memes in the endzone.
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