I was reminiscing yesterday about "the Big Cat" and his blunder v. the Dolphins
in 1993, then watched the replay. I can laugh and feel for him now, but what stands out for me was not just the mother of all brain cramps. Did anyone else notice his lionhearted effort to recover "the ball, the ball … OMG no one is chasing the ball?" Just as we notice our keys in the trunk (and the pit of our stomach) in the act of closing it, Leon appears to question himself at the last instant and vainly attempts to arrest his momentum. He hesitates. But no, the laws of inertia are inexorable. He is collapsing, onto the ball. Powerlessly, in the maws of gravitation, he surrenders to it’s fate. But again .. he inflicts his will ... this is all pro (albeit future "user") Leon the Lionheart! And He. Will. Save. The. Day.
Like those of us who have desperately thrust our hand under the falling trunk lid, it appears that Leon re-commits his body to saving his team, the season, our dreams. It is comical, tragical, but a little endearing. Cue NFL films, rouse John Facenda, strike up "the Power and the Glory." What happened next transcends Newtonian physics and can only be accounted for by recent discoveries in dark energy, cosmological inflation and loop quantum gravity. We all witnessed it, but what poetry can describe it? Poor Leon indeed.
Today, I imagine Leon must studied by researchers in the field of entropic gravity [entropic gravity: F1 - F2 = G(m1xm2/r2) ... or ... snow + football = 78 ] ... perhaps by the famed lecturer emeritus Ethan Tate. Some people say Nov 24 2011 may be the next "rip" in the fabric of space-time. Lett us pause and hope Leon's lesson is not in vain for the current generation of Dallas Cowboys
. As long as the good Romo shows up, I'm not scared any Moore.
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