Just Say No
A day after the Super Bowl, it's clear that the world isn't ready to let go of the game, and that's to be expected, really. Football is America's religion now, and the fact that it vacates the premises for seven months while the feeder system is coast to coast and numbering in the thousands is a market inequity that will change in our lifetime... but that's not what I'm going to talk about here.
Nor am I going to obsess over the idea that Frank Gore didn't get a sniff at the goal line, in perhaps the last best chance that he was going to have at a Super Bowl. I'm kind of assuming that he's going to be back next year, and the idea that there might not be a championship in Randy Moss' portfolio at the end of his days does not exactly keep me up at night.
No, instead I'm going to harp on the small, ordinary play that no one seems to be pointing out but me. That would be the routine waste of a timeout to save five yards.