Field Gulls · Jul 6, 2019
The Drive: One night in 1984, Part 4
The Kingdome was a mausoleum. More so. Tens of thousands of voices cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. Curt Warner, injured. Curt Warner, needing help off the turf. That damn turf, snaring our young wonder back’s cleats and turning all of his divine agility and explosiveness back against him. He planted, he pushed, he powered himself into a cut, and that treacherous throw rug we call a playing surface snared, held and would not give. W.W. Jacobs could not envision a more tragic reversal.
