The Sound Of Victory

It was a wildcard game and a heart stopping wild ride for all Eagles fans on Sunday. The Eagles had scored a touchdown and a field goal. They now had a one point lead. With a little over a minute to go, the Bears had control of the ball and were in a three point field goal range.

Explatives were flying through the air in our house. Surely the Eagles had lost. I paced between the living room and kitchen. I couldn't watch but I  couldn't not watch. My husband sat on the edge of his Eagles chair transfixed in front of the television .

Just as the Bear's place kicker was kicking the ball, the Eagle's head coach called a time out with only seconds left to play. The kick that had sent the football sailing through the goal posts didn't count. The exasperated explatives in our house stopped. We felt a faint glimmer of hope.

Play started again. As the ball was kicked, prayers were offered up and then the faint sound of victory was heard. The football hit the goal post and crossbar and bounced back. The kick had failed to score! That double "doink", was seen and heard by all grateful Eagles fans. That was the sound of victory. Not the hoots and hollers by the fans in the stadium and in front of their television screens, but the sound of a football bouncing off of the goalpost and then the crossbar. It should be called the "doinks" heard around the world. That was the sweet sound of victory.