OK, I defy anybody to sit calmly and study the three-photo sequence of Walter Payton ‘‘pantsing’’ Matt Suhey in the spring of 1985 and not crack up.
I can’t.
And I’ve been looking at the photos off and on for days.
Payton’s got Suhey’s shorts by the wee tip of his finger in the first photo, like a kid launching a slingshot.
He’s more determined in the second photo, having brought both hands into play. And, good Lord, look at the devilish semi-grin he’s not bothering to hide. Payton, prankster eternal, is in his wheelhouse in the I-formation, going for the kill.