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: