My 7-year-old son and I are in New Jersey, and we’re about to witness a miracle.
It is a crisp December day, the sky is Honolulu blue and the Detroit Lions are going to win the game. We cannot know this, of course—in fact my son and I, die-hard Lions fans (is there any other kind?), are pretty damn convinced they’re going to lose. Down four points with two minutes left, Detroit is facing fourth-and-inches just shy of midfield against a staunch Jets defense, so it’s not looking good. Ollie even says it to me, “They’re going to lose, Daddy. They’re going to do a dumb pass play and blow it.”
Courtesy of the Plimpton Family
