Derrick Thomas lays a massive lick on Moon on the first possession, but Houston still gets a drive going. It ends in a field goal.
Joe Montana immediately responds.
After an exchange of field goals, I have a chance to extend my lead. But Houston's defense is nasty, and they are battering Montana.
I'm giving Warren Moon too many chances, and you know he's not going to stay down forever.
Shitty tackling doesn't help, and suddenly it's 13-10 Oilers.
I have about 40 seconds before halftime and, like a fool, I choose to throw. Montana misses a wide open Davis for a big gain.
Then something really bad happens.
Oh good Christ. This is really not good. I already know I can't run against this team based on the regular season. It's going to be a brutal second half if my protection doesn't hold up. Sean Jones is killing Dave Szott, and now JJ Birden is hurt.
It doesn't help that Moon is apparently superhuman.
23-10. I've got to respond. Montana moves the Chiefs into Oilers territory and fires for the end zone.
Ah, Christ. Just missed it. I send out the field goal team because I've got to take some points here. 23-13.
The defense stops Moon and with 10:48 left in the game I decide to go after Cris Dishman, whom I know will be in Kansas City getting burned in a few years.
JOE MONTANA HAS ARRIVED. It's 23-20 and anyone's ball game now.
Moon barely misses a throw on the next possession. One foot down, very close. I've got my chance.
I drive all the way to Houston's one-yard line. I know they'll stuff a run, so I call a pass.
SO CLOSE. I needed a fraction of a second more to get the throw off.
It's 23-23 with a few minutes left. The Oilers get a drive going. On third down I call the perfect defense and all I need is Charles Mincy to make a play on the ball.
ARE YOU ****ING KIDDING ME CHARLES? MAKE A ****ING PLAY ON THE BALL RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE.
It looks like the Oilers have this now. They have a first down at my 34 with 1:32 left. I man up, press all the corners, rush six guys, and pray for a mistake. And the most amazing thing happens.
YES! THREE SACKS IN A ROW! The Oilers are ****ed right out of field goal range and we go to overtime. Derrick Thomas celebrates over a waning Moon.
I win the coin toss. And I will let the video speak for itself.