At the start of the day, three home teams had very high hopes. The Indianapolis Colts planned to begin their march to the Super Bowl. The Chicago Bears looked to advance to their first NFC championship game in 17 years. And the Louisville Cardinals anticipated a victory over a previously undefeated opponent. All three fell short of their goals. This Sunday, the sports world belonged to
Most notably, the Pittsburgh Steelers stunned the top-seeded Indianapolis Colts 21-18 in an AFC playoff showdown.
The contest then ended as everyone expected it would. First, a future Hall of Fame running back (Jerome Bettis) fumbled the ball away. Then, a cornerback (Nick Harper) who was allegedly stabbed by his wife yesterday picked up the ball and looked to score a touchdown that would put the Music City Miracle and Immaculate Reception to shame. The return was stopped when quarterback Ben “Call Me Butkus” Roethlisberger made the tackle. Eventually, the Colts attempted a tying field goal, missed badly by the most accurate kicker in NFL history (Mike Vanderjagt). I’m pretty sure a bunch of dinosaurs then came onto the field and started doing the Electric Slide.
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However, the Panthers’ victory came at a price. Running back DeShaun Foster, already subbing for the injured Stephen Davis, broke his ankle. More seriously,
With karma on the side of
Pitt’s surprising undefeated run will surely end soon in the difficult Big East.
Somehow, the NHL was immune to the Pittsburgh/Panthers effect. The Florida Panthers were not in action today, but the lowly Pittsburgh Penguins lost 5-4 to the Nashville Predators. However, since most of you were not aware of the existence of a team called the Nashville Predators, I’ll move on to the next paragraph.
I feel eminently qualified to comment on a big day for Panthers. On a glorious day in 1984, my game-winning goal led the Northeast Panthers to the city junior high school soccer championship over the hated Northwest Vikings. Way back in the days when you could mention Vikings in a sports column without inserting the phrase “sex boat.” On that day I felt as Steve Smith does today. Except that he doesn’t wear braces, and he’s not a dork.