Because of my heart condition, I'm forced to generally tape games instead of watching them live. Unless we're up comfortably, which is NEVER. I then keep peaking at the score on my phone, which truthfully, is probably more stressful. My phone had sent me an alert that the Bills had scored with 34 seconds left, so I was already cussing up a storm. And the texts between my sons was laced with capital letter F Bombs. I checked the score one last time time & we were on the Buff 43 with 11 seconds left. Then my youngest son, who's at college, calls me screaming at the top of his lungs to turn the TV on. Funny that my older son Justin didn't call me sooner, because he's the true Cardinal lunatic in the family. But, after Buffalo scored, he had thrown his hat & phone down & went outside to cool off. Needless to say, I then watched the play like 25 times over & over again. My wife was getting bored by now, so I had to remind her that in my lifetime of being a Cardinal's fan (56 years), I had never seen a Cardinal Hail Mary. At that moment, I could envision both my parents jumping up and down in Heaven celebrating too!!