One man's Rush is Another Man's Trudge

It isn't everyday that a guy wearing a number as high as 92 scores a touchdown.

When they do, I often joke that as the gigantic defender runs down field, he is thinking "Please tackle me! I can't run anymore!"

There are few things more entertaining to watch, than the epic journey of a linebacker, 10 yards down field.

As they near the endzone, their run becomes less of a stride motion and more of a stagger; ending in a collpase of thankfulness, that they have by the grace of God, on their very last breath, FINALLY reached the endzone!

They are then immediately met with water and oxygen masks, as if they have just completed a 3 day trek through the Sahara, when in reality they could probably reach out and touch the very same spot they started running from.

So imagine my amusement when all 250lbs of linebacker, James Harrison returned an interception for the longest play in Super Bowl history. 100 yards. Before his record breaking play, the farthest Harrison ever had to run was from the line of scrimmage to the quarterback pocket and he doesn't do so very quickly.

Watch here as #92 completes his 100 yard pilgrimage from one end zone to the other. His stride remains steady, although he has quite a but of help before he us pushed into the end zone and collpases on the turf like he was shot in the leg by Plaxico Burress.



So what was Harrison thinking? Perhaps something along the lines of:

"What a time to be on a defensive team! Will one of you let me get tackled already?!"

or...

"100 yards didn't seem so far when it was 300 foot long sandwiches."

or...

Maybe we should just ask him...