The “moment” to which I’m referring is “I cannot believe we freaking won that.”

I have had that thought repeatedly.

Leading up the game, I expected to win in a battle but had actual hope of a multi-score victory. I thought we might come back, even after playing so poorly in the first half. But then fast forward to that last drive:

We were so, so dead in the water. Felt like 2000 and 2007 all over again but worse because we have the undefeated season. We were getting dominated by their defense and showing no signs whatsoever of getting it together to mount a comeback. Then, on 4th and 10, with a Jake on his own goal line and no timeouts….

Like Greg Wrubbel on the radio, I felt actual defeat in the moment between the sack and the announcement of a flag. Chase’s long catch brought both real hope of winning and the realization that the rest of the game would be torture. And it was. Sweet, sweet torture with glorious resolution. The first time I watched the replay of that drive was STILL stress inducing, even though I knew and was celebrating the end result..

Weirdly, as I felt myself freaking out inside, basically for the duration of the game, my heart rate stayed low. The stress alert on my watch was never triggered. Can’t figure either of those out. Maybe the watch is broken.

I’m well aware of the outcome. I’m just starting to fully grasp that we pulled it off. What a game!