When the Falcons were down 14-0 in the first, I almost gave up hope. But then, like some glorious choir of angels, Alge Crumpler's TD catch gave me hope. By halftime it was 14-10, and I believed again, for some reason. By the end of the game, Vick had thrown one of his prettiest passes ever to Mike Jenkins and Jerious Norwood taught us the meaning of speed on his way to the end zone, it was officially a beautiful day. The sun was brighter, the food was tastier, and even Greg Knapp's playcalling seemed less odious. Enjoy this one, folks: that's what we call delaying the end of the season. Let's continue for another month or two, eh?
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
By Dave Choate