That Lance Moore catch was payback 26 years later for a replay that robbed Eric Martin against the Giants back in the 80s.

We were rolling along, I think just clobbered Denver the week before, and Hebert chunks this perfect bullet to Martin into the Girod St. endzone---Score! And we're starting to look real good vs. the Giants.

Nope! wait... we have to crank up this damn replay, and sure enough, ran in super-duper stop in time slow motion cam--- the replay reveals that the outer electrons in the amoebic walls on the edge of the pigskin shifted positions .0000000001 microbits within Martin's hand 1/2 a flie's scrotum after the last proton of his right shoe crossed the edge of the white line.
He burned his guy. Hebert nailed it. He caught it. Ran thru the endzone. In anybody's backyard, thats a touchdown, now go catch the kickoff. Shut up and walk the field. But nooooo. We had to have all this crybaby replay crap.

When I was a kid, there was no replay. The ref threw his hands up one way or the other, and that was it. Move on to the next play. We did just fine without it. Before replay, when Eric Martin crossed the line with the ball in his hand you can now cheer. No waiting for anybody's verdict. See thats my thing with replay. CAn I cheer now? Oh no, wait, now we have to contest it. We have to scrutinize every electron, and hope the peep-show guys sees it our way. Nevermind its so close that he has to look at 26 times--- which directly violates the spirit of what replay was supposed to do.

I could live without replay. Replay is just a second chance for the officials to botch the call--- and it holds up the game and bores the crap out of my kids--- no wonder they watch wrestling. Just play ball. Backyard rules-- if you have the ball, you caught it, if you dont, you didnt. If you're past the goal line, you scored. If you dont want the other team to score, dont let em catch the ball past the goal line. Stop whining and play ball.

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