Once upon a time, there was a boy named Plaxico Burress. Plax was gifted with much height and large hands and all the physical tools that one might look at him and expect that he’d be a top notch NFL receiver. Unfortunately, he had an IQ of slightly less than the average bowl of porridge. Hoping that maybe his physical gifts would overcome his well below average intelligence, the mighty Pittsburgh Steelers drafted him to their team. They were wrong.
Steph took a liking to him, presumedly because he had a nice ass or something, because it certainly didn’t have anything to do with his personality, intelligence or actual ability to play football. She always claimed he was destined for greatness. She was wrong too.
After several seasons, they let his contract run out and replaced him with several warm bowls of oatmeal. The oatmeal energized the team, and less than a year after they released Plax, they went on to win the Superbowl. Plax went to New York.
Today, after 7 years of mediocrity, Plax finally reached his potential. He caught the game winning pass in the Superbowl, thus defeating the hated New England Patriots and denying those rotten scoundrels their ill-gotten place in football history as a team who cheated their way to a perfect season.
My friend Max and I once theorized that there were but 5 great stories that one could tell. One of those stories is "Hapless Wonder Saves the Day."
So really, its no surprise. Plax, enjoy your moment. You were made for this day.