What in the Absolute Hell
What in the hell was that all about?
Seriously. With 2:05 left in the game, Joe Flacco through a pass to Dennis Pitta (which kind of sounds like a derogatory name, doesn't it?), and the Ravens went up by 3. I mean, knowing how the game had gone thus far, what the conditions were like, the fact that Adrian Peterson's career looked dead (again), and knowing we had our coaching staff being our coaching staff, things didn't look that great. I mean, best case scenario was getting into Blair Walsh field goal range and taking a shot at over time, right? Well.
In about 40 seconds, Cassel hit Jerome Simpson for 40 yards, and then Toby Gerhart (of all people) ran another 40 for a go-ahead touchdown. WHAT?! AWESOME! Or it would have been, if Blair Walsh didn't kick it to Jacoby Jones, who ran the kick back for 77 yards for a touchdown in 11 seconds. Well, shit. So, maybe with 1:16 left we could AGAIN try to get into Walsh Range? OR! We could through a short screen pass to Cordarrelle Patterson who could then HOUSE it for ANOTHER go-ahead touchdown, and what the hell, is no one playing defense anymore? That only took 30 seconds, leaving 45 seconds total, and, I mean, Baltimore was done, right? Well, they would have been, if that crap pass interference call wasn't made, and if Sendejo's interception was ruled true, and if the Vikings defense would have stopped playing Cover-2 for once and not let a game winning touchdown pass to happen with 4 seconds left. Good lord.
Of course, when the Ravens kicked the ball off next, with 4 seconds left, there was a SECOND where I was sure Asiata had broke through the first rush and that he was going to score too, and I was going to shit my pants. That didn't happen though, the Vikings lost in the most entertaining way possible, and that probably ended up being the best case scenario, really.
Fun Sunday though. Pretttty, prettttty fun.