It's past 3am. I've had a long day building a set for a play, and I've to be up and gone in 6 hours to finish it off. I should be in bed. What's keeping my up? American football (much to the chagrin of many of my friends and family).
After the Colts took apart the Jets in the second half of the AFC Championship match earlier, the Saints and Vikings are still going at it, hammer and tongs, in overtime.
Fumbles in the NFL are counted like how Prachett's trolls count; one, two, many, lots. The Vikings have had enough fumbles to bamboozle any troll (at room temperature). They've blown it so many times when they could have won this game already, most noticeably at the end of each half of regulation time. The Saints have hit hard defensively, but seem to be getting absoloutely hammered by Minnesota's defence.
Regardless of the eventual outcome, one thing is painfully clear to me even now. This is Brett Favre's last season without a doubt. No more dramatic returns for the old warrior. He's gotten beat up so badly so far in this game that I'm amazed he's still walking let alone playing. The biggest hit was when a 26 year old, 125kg mountain of muscle named Hargrove picked up the 40 year old and drove him into the ground. I really hope the old man gets to the Superbowl again and that he'll be fully fit to play. It would be a fitting end to one of the most remarkable careers in NFL history.
Right now, the Saints have gotten into field-goal range, but the Saints have a very inexperienced kicker and the Vikings can still do something...
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