A coach, begging for a miracle, pleading with his middle linebacker, Gary, we gotta get the ball out, we GOTTA get the ball out; a dream season, dangling on life support one moment, impossibly revived the next; a football, crashing into the crown of a helmet, floating ... up ... up ... up into the air; a fumble, scooped up by a player with a one-inch deep gash and three stitches in his right leg who had been stabbed with a steak knife 22 hours earlier by his wife in the bedroom of their home.
That miracle, tripped up by 240 pounds of quarterback.