Yesterday was Super Bowl 49. The local team, the Seattle Seahawks lost in heartbreaking fashion on their final offensive play. From the Patriots one yard line. They chose to pass and it was intercepted in the end zone. Game, season, a repeat World Championship over.
Everybody that I know was devastated. Especially my Husky Dawg brethren who watched as, once again, former Dawg Jermaine Kearse kept the final drive alive with an amazing and miraculous catch on that final and fateful drive.
But it was not to be.
The arm-chair-knee-jerk reaction was one of disbelief and anger on the play selection (and its lack of success.) Just give the ball to Marshawn Lynch and he will get that yard on the ground. A high percentage play with little risk. Pound the rock lads.
And everyone in viewing (seriously vast) audience knew that was coming. THREE times if necessary. Give the ball to number 24.
And that is precisely why the call was brilliant. A tactical stratagem of genius proportion that would have pleased even Lombardi himself.
It was simply faulty execution.
The plan was beautiful and gutsy. It should have worked, faking the world from their seats and giving the Seahawks another in a line of miraculous come-from-behind victories.
But one man got in the way. He made a play. And it handed the game to the Patriots.
This happens.
You can have the best laid plans, the most thorough script, rehearsed ready, a decisive strategy for victory, but without flawless execution, you don't have it all. Only a part of it.
And championships require all of it.
Let's get this out of the way and move along. There is work to do.
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