As soon as the ball was snapped, it went bad. By the time the ball reached Chad Kelly, it was even worse. And as the ball left Chad Kelly's hand, floating in the direction of Laquon Treadwell, it was headed towards unmitigated disaster. OR SO IT SEEMED.
To the untrained eye, Kelly's decision to heave the ball across the field in the general vicinity of a pair of Ole Miss wide receivers was about the worst choice anyone had made since "Jimmy, this is Pete, tell Houston we're sending the plane for him." And sitting in my living room on Saturday night, trying to scream but unable to make any noise come out, I thought the same.