The (right handed) 'Michael Vick Experience'
So this post should be about a week old, I just thought I would jot it down for posterity purposes (not to toot my own horn. Ok, maybe just a little, but I think I deserve it). Last Wednesday we had our last game of the IM Football season. Two winless teams playing each other, loser gets last place. What a thing to play for. Early in the second half I had, in my mind, my best throw all year. I took the ball from center and roll out to my right. The linebacker staying to cover me if I ran started towards me expecting the run. This leaves one man running across the middle, somewhat open. Throwing halfway across my body, I semi-split two defenders and hit our receiver in the chest for a completion of maybe 8 yards. Why was this my best pass all year? This thing was a dart perfectly placed between two defenders in the one spot they wouldn't be able to touch it and still allow my receiver to catch it. I know, amazing.
But wait, there's more. 6 seconds left, down by 1 I come in to try and salvage the season and I can think of only one thing, running the ball. So naturally I told all my receivers to go deep. Standing back in the pocket, I wait until the guy on my left side breaks to the right. I don't know how it's gonna turn out, but I wanted the ball and it was better than throwing an interception. Beating the linebacker trying to get an angle on me I start heading up field directly at a defensive back. And somehow my sorry excuse for a juke move allowed me to get by him without losing my flag. Coming out of the juke I cut diagonally across the field and I see both girls from the other team converging at the same spot. Somehow I manage to jump through their would be tackles while they both felt me up (kinda, that is what the one girl said anyway). At this point it's over. No one was even close to catching me. In fact, the refs called a touchdown before I reached the 20 yard line. Amazing, I know. My second 80 yard QB scramble that night, and it tied the game forcing overtime. In overtime we wound up winning, thanks to a pass from me and the ability of our receiver to evade tacklers.
My (unofficial) stats for the night: 190 yards rushing, 3 rushing touchdowns, 100 yards passing, 2 passing touchdowns, no sacks and 1 interception.
Truely the 'Michael Vick Experience'.
But wait, there's more. 6 seconds left, down by 1 I come in to try and salvage the season and I can think of only one thing, running the ball. So naturally I told all my receivers to go deep. Standing back in the pocket, I wait until the guy on my left side breaks to the right. I don't know how it's gonna turn out, but I wanted the ball and it was better than throwing an interception. Beating the linebacker trying to get an angle on me I start heading up field directly at a defensive back. And somehow my sorry excuse for a juke move allowed me to get by him without losing my flag. Coming out of the juke I cut diagonally across the field and I see both girls from the other team converging at the same spot. Somehow I manage to jump through their would be tackles while they both felt me up (kinda, that is what the one girl said anyway). At this point it's over. No one was even close to catching me. In fact, the refs called a touchdown before I reached the 20 yard line. Amazing, I know. My second 80 yard QB scramble that night, and it tied the game forcing overtime. In overtime we wound up winning, thanks to a pass from me and the ability of our receiver to evade tacklers.
My (unofficial) stats for the night: 190 yards rushing, 3 rushing touchdowns, 100 yards passing, 2 passing touchdowns, no sacks and 1 interception.
Truely the 'Michael Vick Experience'.
posted by Timchula at 01:04
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