Some dropped balls we anticipate more than others. Like the New Year’s Eve ball that drops every year at Times Square. We know it’s going to happen and so we wait for it with baited breath. Hell, we even throw parties in honor of it.
Dropped balls in football – not so much. Take Braylon Edwards (wide receiver for the New York Jets) for instance. As we all know, every time he gets the ball there’s a 50/50 chance he’s going to drop it like it’s hot. The man just can’t hold on to the ball. If you’re watching at home, then you might as well make yourself a cup of coffee, or go back to your online game at PartyCasino.it for a couple of minutes – the chances are that nothing’s going to come of his catch. Our hearts race because as much faith as we publicly profess to have in the guy on any given Sunday, the moment someone like Edwards (and every team has an “Edwards”) gets the ball, said faith is thrown out the window. When push comes to shove you just never know if he’ll hang on.
Football often reminds me of the song if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. When the guys on our team snag a high pass or run a sick slant through a tough defense, we’re exuberant fans cheering up and down high-fiving anyone that passes by. But when that same guy, even if he’s the same guy that got the game-winning TD last week, fumbles in the red zone, he’s dead to us. At least until we get the ball back and it’s out of our systems.
