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dawg80
Okay...fine.
Score was tied 14-14, it was fairly late in the game, maybe 4 mins left or so. I got tired of watching them complete that swing pass so I stepped into the passing lane. Intercepted the ball around our 40. I was sailing down the sideline when I stepped in a hole around the 15 or so, the football field was laid out across two baseball diamonds and a quickly filled hole had washed out. I stumbled but caught my balance and was getting going again when some beast jumped on my back. It was the opposing QB who used my stumble to catch up to me. We went down at the 1 yard line.
Next play we ran up the middle for an apparent TD, but one of our OL was called for illegal procedure. So, we were back at the 6. Two plays later one of our RBs, Douglas H., fumbles and they recovered at their one yard line. About a minute left and it looked like we were heading into OT...it was a playoff game. Only, they ran a flea-flicker, yes, a frickin flea-flicker from their own end zone. When the ball was tossed back to their QB I had one chance, so I made a beeline for him and clobbered him just AFTER he had released the ball. We went down in a heap and I watched the ball sailing like a punt, about 35-40 yards down field. And there waiting for it, ALL BY HIMSELF, was their WR. Not one of our DBs within 20 yards of him. Yes...a 99-yard scoring play off a flea flicker.
We lost 20-14 on what was essentially the last play of the game. To make matters worst, that team went on to win the parish championship winning the title game something like 42-0. That coulda been/shoulda been us.
Talk about the ones "that got away." I can tell you, you never forget 'em. They haunt you forever! Now, ya happy? Made me relive that nightmare.
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