Farley Printing Company 13 - Bath & Kitchen 10
This week's game recap was entered by Darrin Brodie aka The Dutchman, aka Cap'n Stupid, aka Big Nose, aka Captain America, aka Dum Dum. His thoughts on the stunning FPC victory are below...
... Dying some more. Dying a slow death. Almost feeling like I can't breathe. 10-10. How many times can this happen to FPC in an 8-year span? How many times can we endure this? When will we turn the tables? Will it ever happen?
... Watching in disbelief as CComps rolls left on 4th and 4, trying not to get my hopes up, heart pounding out of my chest, unable to speak, officially passing the point of no return ... and then he's flagged.
... Looking up at the scoreboard, seeing that there's only 5 plays remaining and accepting that it was probably over. (Of course, FPC would knock down passes on the next two plays leaving Bath And Kitchen with a very long 3rd and 18 on the 6th of 7 plays. You couldn't make this stuff up.)
... Watching CComps haul in the interception and bulldoze his way to the 25 yard-line, watching Big Angry running out to set up the play, watching Mitts run onto the field to the confusion of Feaster who thought it was still the first half... and thinking to myself, "My life as an FPC QB will never be the same after this kick. I mean, NEVER."
... Staring at the ball as it traveled through the air, right towards me, and it seemed straight, and it seemed long enough, and ...
GOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't remember much after that. The crowd went bonkers. All the FPC Football Giants sprinted onto the field. Everyone was hugging one another. I was climbing over Randelli to get involved in a three-way hug with the Mitts and MPJIII - fans behind me. Confetti and fireworks galore, and I just kept thinking to myself, "This is my team! This is my team!" Finally, I ended up standing there, my hands behind my head, looking like the guy on Duke (Thomas Hill) after Laettner made his famous shot against Kentucky. Complete, total shock.
(I don't think I've ever felt that way before. I mean, have you ever felt totally dumbfounded by something? Have you ever felt totally overwhelmed? I'm telling you, keep the faith, keep believing, keep supporting your team -- there's a slight chance that it might be worth it some day. Just trust me. At the very least you'll get some bangin' baked chicken out of it.
Standing behind me, Fast Eddie had turned bright-red -- I couldn't tell whether he was laughing, crying or both -- and he was screaming "Forty three yards! That guy's a midget!" and "We gave them no respect! None!" And he just kept screaming those things again and again. And again. And again. Meanwhile, the other Bath and Kitchen players were carrying on screaming at their QB. But for FPC -- none of us knew what to do. We were collectively incredulous. Total disbelief. Nobody could ever make jokes about FPC and Mitts' little pig hoof again. We had arrived.
One last story ...
After the game ended, I went over to Logan House, just so I could have a beer and relax after the game (and yell at girls on Del Ave)... and I noticed Randelli slumped on the ground on DuPont St. He was still wearing his FPC jersey, collapsed against the steps of the tanning place - you know where that hot girl with the brown hair always sits - almost like he had crumbled there after taking a right hook to the face. I didn't know whether he was drunk, unconscious or dead, only because I couldn't see his face. For some reason, I was concerned. So I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Yo, Delli, you all right?" I asked him.
He looked up. Tears were streaming down his face. He looked at me, unable to speak, totally overwhelmed, well past the point of being able to express himself coherently.
"You all right?" I asked him again.
"Mitts made the kick" he mumbled. "F---ing Mitts just made that kick."
And he slumped back down into a heap.
