1:30. Bryan Fletcher leaves the ball on the ground when Charles Tillman looks at him cross eyed. Chicago ball, and they still have life.
One play later. Not to be outdone, Grossman says "Oh, no you don't" and hands the ball right back. No one out stupids Rex Grossman when he sets his mind to it.
Several plays later: Vinatieri misses from 36 yards. The Sixth Seal is broken. The Nile turns to blood. The sun turns black as ashcloth.
Halftime: Colts 16, Bears 14. I retain my perfect record of futility in Super Bowl squares and all is returned to normal. The Apocalypse is put on hold.
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