Christmas came early this year.
There are probably more intelligent ways to get that point across, sure, but I can’t think of any. I couldn’t tell you the last time I felt so energized by a sporting event; so swept away with the emotion of a ball game that I lost my breath. When Javonte Williams did this, I squealed like a little boy recognizing on Christmas morning exactly what was in the mystery box that Santa had left (it was a Hot Wheels service station play set, for the record, and it was awesome). In fact, I’m not sure which joy was more pure; the young child looking down the barrel of hours of time with new die-cast car toys, or the fully grown adult watching the Miami Hurricanes get vaporized by the same team that young child grew up pulling for.