487 A Kind of Longing

He fell, spun, and lunged.

In one fluid motion, Revis realized the football had slipped past his fingertips by a hair's breadth and without hesitation, he reacted a second time.

In the dizzying chaos, Revis caught sight of Ertz's number eighty-six jersey.

Without pause, his body torpedoed forward.

A tackle?

No, it was not possible.

Revis knew that in the 2015 season, he had missed ten tackles, which was why the New York Jets had cut him; facing the tight end who already had a positional advantage, coupled with his own physical condition and state, everything made tackling Ertz incredibly difficult.

Tonight, the entire game had been continuously proving this.

Now, he could not afford to make a mistake, he could not let pride take over his mind.

He needed to be more grounded.

So, not a tackle, but rather a collision.

Weight, power, combined with the force of gravity, Revis threw himself into Ertz's body like a heavy weapon.

He was prepared to shatter to pieces.

Bang.