Showing posts with label Larry FItzgerald. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Larry FItzgerald. Show all posts
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Fitzgerald
The play call is 2 Jet all go, meaning of course all go, which in any football terminology is 4 seam routes. Now I'm not looking for the ball by any means, actually with it being the Pro Bowl and all I'm hoping more than anything that he doesn't throw it up to me. Larry on the other hand is an obvious target with one last shot at the end zone. Drew drops back and by the time I've three quarter speed ran 35 yards I'm watching Fitz out jump two defenders for an amazing touchdown. The catch was nothing short of spectacular, but who would expect anything less from 11, he's just that good. It also got us right back in the game as the clock ran out for half time.
I the meantime I'm pretty damn excited and as he caught the ball I had made my way down into the end zone. I just ran a seam route on the other side of the ball from Larry and as he came stumbling along the goal line I would be the first one to get to him. I'm not very big on celebrating, but he was coming right for me and I was pumped, so something was going to have to happen. For some reason I think I was a little awkward because I'm not really a big fan of the jumping side bump and that is what seems to be the common buddy celebration, but I headed nonchalantly toward him waiting for him to initiate some kind of celebration. As he got within five yards I started to raise my hand and even got ready for a little jumping action, right before I left my feet he actually made a sort of juke move and quickly moves around me leaving me hanging. I'm sure on TV it appeared as if he avoided me like some kind of crazy fan in the end zone, not even looking towards me as he passed. Then before I even get fully turned around he is soaring into full chest jumping, loving action with Anquan Boldin. He left me stranded and alone with nothing to do but put my head down and feel like a total ass. I mean what do I do at that point? Go find some lineman running down the field and share an Icky Shuffle with him, I don't think so. At least it was in the end closest to the locker room and I was able to walk straight in.
Seriously though, who just leaves someone hanging? I know he had to see me coming at him! A low five would have sufficed, now that I think of it I would have even been happy with a wave. I guess next time I'll just have to show off my new tackling, kidney punching, helmet slapping celebration, that'll get him!