There was no screen. No sports commentator. No replay. There was no television in front of me to yell at; no pillow and no couch behind me to madly punch in frustration. No bedroom to run into and slam the door and yell obscenities to Ziggy, my teddy bear. Nothing.
Nothing but the end zone in front of me. On the line, lay one of the 49ers on his back, unable to get up. Teammates were around him, all just standing stupefied, in obvious shock. What just happened? Now, I was grateful there was no television in front of me at this moment; I could avoid all replays of the disaster that just occurred in front of my eyes.
The San Francisco 49ers had just destroyed their last (of many, many) chances to run away with a victory against the Arizona Cardinals. And they had managed to do it in the national spotlight, on prime time Monday Night Football, nonetheless.
One irony of the game was the sight of the stadium; everyone was sporting the same shade of red (save for a few throwback 'Niner jerseys) and I perfectly matched my friend next to me, although we were supporting opposing teams.
The entire game was a roller coaster for both sides; sloppy plays, endless flags, and remarkable calls from the referees (usually in favor of the Niners) were too frequent. As my dad commented on the phone afterwards, “this was the sloppiest game I’ve seen in a long time; BOTH teams deserved to lose tonight.” I added that San Francisco had simply beaten San Francisco tonight. No need for pants dropping, though.
There were so many flags thrown up that everyone was irked by the final quarter. I groaned to my friend, “Flags belong up THERE!” and I pointed to the rafters, where the American and Arizona flag hung. On second thought...there were no recent division or Super Bowl banners to be seen in Cardinal Stadium.
I smiled to myself.
The last few minutes of the game had my legs shaking uncontrollably; my heart threatening to burst out of my chest, and I couldn’t stop from madly hopping up and down to keep from breaking down from pure exhaustion, excitement, and nervous anticipation of the ref’s calls on the field.
I had almost lost my ability to yell; although I managed to scream wildly several times when the referees continued to give calls in San Francisco’s favor.
The middle-aged men by me on all sides wanted to kill me. I could tell. I leaned to one of them, after I went on a wild, emotional frenzy during the last play review of the 'Niner’s attempt at a touchdown and excused myself, “sorry, but I’m a girl!!” We ladies get pretty emotional about issues (yes, I know this is obvious).
I managed to keep a strong front for the remainder of the game and held my own through the celebrations around me, and the taunting, through the masses of jersey-clad fans smiling and laughing in my face.
I held my sign tightly, purposely flashing the words, “WILL IS POWER #52” as my last defiant attempt at supporting my football team on my way out of the stadium. Last time I walked through the hallways of this stadium for a football game was back in February during the Super Bowl.
This was a very different tempo; although both close, mind boggling games, I now felt personally defeated.
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about 1 month ago
Interesting theory, But, thanks to a BRUTAL spot on the previous play, two yards would have been difficult to grab in such a way. especially since all they would need to do is touch Hill before he crosses the goal line. I feel like he would have looked like Frank Gore on the previous play. The Cards said they sold out on the run, which convinces me that Play-Action was the way to go, either straight up or a bootleg giving Hill the option to run for it. The other possibility would be an end around, but I'd prefer the ball in Hill's hands, personally.
about 1 month ago
yeah a quarterback sneak on that play would have been the same fate.
I on the other hand believe we should have spiked the ball on third, as it seemed that the Cardinals had obviously read that it was a running play. Spike it since we were out of timeouts, and then regroup, spread out the wide receivers and go from the shot gun. Take our chance with Hill throwing the ball. Because in short-yardage he had been on the money all game long.
about 1 month ago
Frankly, Because the formation had the Cards selling out on the run, I think the same formation with a play action pass would have worked best, finding one of out TE's open in the endzone
about 1 month ago
i'm just livid about the communication between the coaches & players & refs.. martz didn't know it was on the 3 until tuesday.. I was in such a hysterical rage at this point that I thought it was on the 1 as well.. that's what it said in the stadium. the whole thing was just horribly executed.
from about 1 month ago
Well it's just like the phantom pass interference that was called against Detroit when they were going to beat the Vikings. There was no pass interference, but the officials would rather see a team that has a winning record win then a team that's down in the dumps. It's pathetic but it's true.
How about earlier this year when Frank Gore got called for a personal foul facemask when he was using the stiff arm. How many times have you seen that? I haven't seen that call ever on a running back. It's just a fact that good teams get the borderline calls and the bad teams get screwed.
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