Boy, I had been bemoaning a lackluster game through about the middle of the fourth quarter. I had been thinking about the college games being much better — from what I heard. The Colts-Chiefs game had been a snoozer, with the Colts muddling through for the win.

If I wasn't a Seattle fan, I would have turned it off. Seattle seemed uninspired, and so did the Cowboys.

That changed.

Just knowing the result now, 21-20 Seattle — doesn't do the last few heart-attack minutes justice.

Seattle went ahead with about 4:30 minutes left in the 4th quarter. They went for a two-point conversion and ballsed it up. Matt Hasselbeck rolled back and out instead of forward — he'd been doing that all game. At 21-20, I knew the Cowboys would score again. And they zipped down the field, with Terrell Owens catching a long pass, only his second of the game.

The Cowboys pushed and pushed and then a light toss gets them within feet of the endzone. If it's a first down, the Cowboys can burn time and then go for a field goal as the clock runs out.

Instead, the Seattle defense stepped up BIG and Lofa Tatupu stopped the Dallas linebacker short of the 1-yard and first down line. It was a call made after a replay called by the upstairs booth, not either coach. Insert a lot of celebratory swear words here. I know I did.

So the world is looking ahead to how Seattle can score a field goal after Dallas' field goal. After all Martin Gramatica is the equal of Josh Brown on clutch anything.

But God, or whichever one of his padded-up minions pays attention to sports, kissed the Hawks. Tono Romo is there to receive the pass and plant it for the FG. It's a fine pass... and the bitch drops it, flubs and fumbles it.

Except. ... Except I'm watching and Romo picks it up and looks for all the world like he'll be able to run in the 1½ yards or so for the TD. But all it took was Jordan Babineaux grabbing Romo's ankles and he went down hard. Hard. Short and hard.

The bitch being Romo. Of course, if the Cowboys were playing a different team, I'd be cheering for them. But I wasn't here.

Cowboys still had three timeouts. The Seahawks having recovered the ball on their own 1-yard line with a minute to go, had to burn it down. Shaun Alexander was able to run it out to the relatively wide-open 7-yard line or so.

There was two-seconds left and Romo, having finally realized he would be back in the game launched one. Though likely wanting to knock himself out with a hammer, he launched a good one and I'm hurting myself screaming and clenching my hands - just waiting for Seattle to punch themselves in the testicles and lose the game like the Cardinals would.

That ball floated down and down and down and it fell amid a gaggle of Hawks and Cowboys. It could have ended up in anyone's hands.

It dropped on the ground.

Bzzzzzzzzzzt. Over.