To get a jersey on because he trusted me above anyone else. (I'm 48 and NOT in football shape, but I figured I could help the team as a wide receiver since I've watched every game this year.)

Instead of going to the equipment manager, I ran to the first fan wearing a jersey I saw. Who happened to be someone out of the stadium. He was wearing a 2001 white away jersey. It was Reno Mahe. I demanded his jersey because the QB told me to. He gave it to me.

I somehow crawled past security and onto the sidelines. At that point there was less than two minutes to go. I then realized I needed pads... and cleats...and a helmet.

The dream ended. I never got to be part of the comeback.

True dream Wednesday night.