I had an idea when I was walking to work this morning and so I when I sat down, I wrote this:
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It's Sat night, January, cold, and it's loud. This is the playoffs. This is what he's worked hard for years to get to. Millions dream of this moment. Thousands aspire to reach this level. A few hundred have actually made it this far. Significantly fewer can say they've made it to a playoff game. This is it. Division rival. All or nothing. Play big or don't play at all. Friday night football nights are a long ways away from tonight. No previous experiences in college or even high school could prepare him for this moment.
It's fourth and goal. Fingers are numb. All eyes are on him. The aches of that last big hit are starting to set in. Gotta push that aside. The team needs him to play as though he's worthy of being in this position. Ignore the naysayers. He has to forget the past. The present is all that matters. Forget the last time he was literally in this same spot months ago. All of that doesn't matter. This is it. The moment has arrived. He clears his mind and takes a deep breath. One lingering thought creeps into his mind as he experiences this moment in history:
