Pleeeeeese!
"First and ten. Griese breaks the huddle. The play is up the middle: Csonka and a cloud of snow. Two yards. Another two yards. Third and six. Now fourth and four.
Out comes a little man with a one-bar face mask. Can it be? It’s Garo Yepremian, the scrawny Cypriot, in to keek a touchdown.
The kick is up. It’s blocked. The ball is loose.
A million Floridians faint at the flashback. No, Garo. He runs to the ball, picks it up. No. He’s going to throw. No!
The ball flutters into the end zone, a little bird alighting in a forest of lunging arms. When the refs pull them apart to find the ball, a Dolphin is wrapped around it. The game is over. The 2007 Patriots are shellshocked. They are also 14-1. And the 1972 Dolphins, a team for all time, outside of time, hold on to their little bit of forever." (And then he woke up from his Valium induced sleep)
If the point is that the Players still alive from the '72 team are better able to beat the 2007 NE Pats, then I whole heartedly agree!
