Since Saturday all possible reasons for the Broncos' loss to the Ravens have been thrashed about, but there is really only one that made all the difference.

I've tried to deal with it, but I keep waking up after only six hours of sleep with the play playing back in my mind over and over. I was working on quitting smoking before it happened, but now I'm smoking more than ever. I need a therapist.

I've tried to rationalize it away - he's young; it was cold; they should have given him extra help back there - but it's not working. It was a colossal blunder that you just don't see in the NFL, especially in a playoff game. But there it was and it was the difference.

Finally I decided that such an historical event really needs its own name, just like The Drive and The Fumble.

So without further doo-doo, let's slap a name on that evil spawn: