if we don't win in a blowout, I too believe Rackers takes us to the Super Bowl in a sequence that plays out as so:
Cards are up 6 with 5 and change to go but have to punt the ball. The Eagles convert multiple 4th downs, driving down against us and on third and goal, with 1:30 on the clock, from the 3, with the crowd at a defeaning roar, they play-action fake and throw a TD to a wide-open LJ Smith in the back of the endzone completely silencing the crowd save for the loud F UUUUUUUUU coming from Section 108, row 45, seats 6 (which just happens to mine).
Then, with the stadium so quiet you could hear a pin's balls drop, the Eagles kickoff.. and JJ catches the ball in the endzone, 4 yards deep, where he hesitates for a moment, leading to a collective groan as we see Eagles barrelling down on him as he ridiculously decides to run it out of the endzone, where he promptly gets hammered at the 8 yard line. That's with about 1:12 left in the game.
With the crowd's collective breath held, the Cards take the field with no timeouts and on first down, Warner goes back and throws a pass that's batted down at the line. 2nd down, Warner goes back, holds on to the ball FOREVER and... the ball's knocked out of his hands. Luckily, Levi Brown is there to fall on it right at the line of scrimmage... but the clock's ticking... tick, tick, tick... it's a mad scramble to the line and we waste another 15 seconds before Warner finally gets the snap where he goes back and just heaves one up to the 50... where Fitz makes it the trifecta, hauling in a pass that no human should catch, but he does for the third straight game.
Now it's a mad scramble to the 50 where we spike the ball with around 30 seconds left. Then, on 2nd down, Warner goes back and the line somehow gives him all the time in the world... and he nails a pass on an in to Breaston who catches the ball at the 40 and turns up field... does he run out of bounds? No. moron keeps running and is dragged down at the 31 yard line... but there's only 11 seconds left... and we scramble up to the ball... and just get the ball spiked with 2 ticks on the clock... and you know what that means... yeah...
It's time for Rackers to eat our collective souls.
He comes out on the field and the crowd is going crazy - either ready to explode in celebration, or more than likely, ready to rip rackers limb from limb if and, more probably, WHEN he misses the FG.
So, he gets ready, the crowd holds it's breath, there's the snap and the kick is up and it is...
NO GOOD... but wait... an official is waving his arms over his head in the air and then as he signals the Eagles called TO right before the kick, everyone gives a deep sigh of relief.
But now, we have to wait another minute... and now the pressure's so thick, you could cut it with a watered down cardboard sliver... the referee blows his whistle... the numbers on the play clock start moving... there's the snap... and the kick is up and it... CLANGS OFF THE LEFT UPRIGHT... AND THROUGH THE RIGHT ONE!
CARDINALS WIN! CARDINALS WIN! THEY'RE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!
and then, immediately, ESPN will have a headline that reads:
CARDINALS: WORST SUPER BOWL TEAM EVER?
But none of us will see it because we will have died from shock/elation.
so yeah, that's the way I see it going if we don't win in a blowout.
