Queen City shakes with Panther Pride

The stadium coliseum is black.  The eyes of the Panthers are black.  The sky is black.  A kind of glowing ominous black that has the threat of something on the horizon.  The feeling is that of the sky the instant before the finale of a massive firework show.  The drums of war that have been pounding the entire contest have become unbearably loud as the heartbeats of millions are added to the rhythmic thuds.  Brady steps into the throw and releases the ball on the last play of the game.  The Patriots of New England have marched downfield with breathtaking pace and proficiency.  The game battle has come down to this play.  In an instant the ball travels from number 12 across the goal line.  Gronk turns to cut into the path of the bullet but the ball sails into the hands of the Panther's defender as the clock expires.  The ground trembles as the city of Charlotte simultaneously jumps and cheers. 

The night sky explodes with the tension released.  A suddenly slightly older Belichick turns to leave the field of battle.  Poor defeated Talib and Ridley are tucked into his sweatshirt pouch like thin useless pieces of pepperoni in a hot pocket of failure.  Vince Wilfork, out for the season, slowly takes out the meatball grinder he has had tucked into his lip like a Skoal Bandit.

The cameras pan to Cam as he and the rest of the Panther's sideline begin to celebrate.  Newton, a four year old, trapped in a giant's body, has finally one a big game.  He has matched the incomparable Tom Brady drive for drive.  He stands one foot on Bradys chest.  Axe imbedded in Tom's now shattered helmet of beautiful hair.  Stewart gives his 'special sheldon' like smile.  Williams rolls a spliff.  Tolbert eats some combos.  Steve Smith sits down on his scuffed helmet and finishes eating Talib's lunch.  Davis and Kuechly walk off as men with no need to say anything further.

Brady, totally beaten and shocked, stumbles from referee to referee asking them to look at the new nude pictures of Giselle and offering them favors if they reconsider the last 'no call'.  Embarrassing Tom, really embarrassing. 

In the mile high city, miles and miles away, Manning and Welker pause their game tape of the Chiefs win to allow the Brady debacle to sink in.  No words spoken as the laughter has left them both breathless.

In the port of New Orleans the Saints team watches the game in the practice facility.  As the game goes on the room becomes more and more tense.  The lights begin to flicker.  The pounding of the Queen City can be felt through the walls of the Superdome.  Brees fumbles with his super bowl ring quietly hoping Big Bad Cam doesn't take it away from him like Debo in Friday.

Coach Rivera is the last to leave the stadium that night.  Face showing the same lack of emotion that it did when they won the game.  There is a very slight limp to his walk.  A very small raise of his chin.  An almost unnoticeable swagger to his stride. 

 

Bad language warning. Sorry but sometimes.  Gangsta is the only way to do it. 

 

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