When I was about 12 or so, my pee-wee football team made it to the league’s annual championship game.
Our kicker, little Jimmy McDugan had just returned after suffering months in the hospital with an injury to his foot.
This was his moment. Our team had just scored a touchdown, tying the game and it was up to little Jimmy to break the tie with his magical punt.
The crowd fell silent as the ref tossed the ball to Jimmy, only he overthrew. The ball landed in the street and was immediately run over by a semi-truck.
That was it, we all thought, that was our last ball. Little Jimmy McD and his magical leg will never get a chance at a magnificent comeback.
All of the sudden, Brett Favre appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Looks like you could use a hand,” he said, and tossed Little Jimmy a brand new ball. The crowd cheered wildly as the ball was placed on the tee.
Now I don’t know where Brett Favre came from, or where he went after that, but when little Jimmy kicked that ball, it exploded, permanently taking Jimmy’s famed foot out of the game.
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