I saw it again on Sunday, Dr. Malinowski. I saw that dream I keep having. But ... I wasn't dreaming. It was in real life.
Well, you remember that time I told you about the 2003 Mid-American Conference football championship. The one where Miami University smoked my beloved Bowling Green Falcons 49-27 in BGSU's home turf. The one where Ben Roethlisberger ruined BG's ranked season with 440 yards passing in one game, just weeks after beating them in the regular season too.
Well, the worst part of it that I haven't told anybody else was that, well, the BG defense ... they ... I ... nobody on the line could get any damn pressure on him! And when someone did break through, somehow that large man evaded him without a problem and would find an open receiver. I mean ... the guy is a 6'5", 240-pound quarterback. How in the hell can someone that large be so...
...covered in cocoa butter?
See, I thought that could have been the reason too! But no, I guess he's just naturally elusive. Anyways, that image has always haunted me, causing several sleepless nights. Just out of nowhere the dream will recur, and it's been over five years now. I thought I was over it, but Sunday night, there it was again. That ... that final drive of Super Bowl XLIII. Roethlisberger was leading the Steelers down the field to victory. He was finding open receivers, but after dancing around the backfield and dodging the sack. I thought I wasn't going to see this while awake again, since the Cardinals' Darnell Dockett was bringing him to the ground so often earlier in the game. But ... holy crap, there it was again.
And how does this make you feel?