I didn't get to watch a lot of football yesterday. I volunteered to help a friend move (standard payment: pizza and beer). Now, when I volunteered for this, I didn't realize it would be two U-Hauls full of stuff, and that help would be slim-to-none, but it's nothing that a little asprin won't take care of. Thanks to the modern world, though, I was able to keep an eye on my fantasy football team, so I knew Calvin Johnson had a hell of a day.
But what I didn't see was what happened at the end of that game. And I could watch this thing all day.
That play takes two things: keen awareness, and big brass ones. As Stafford rushed up to the line to clock the ball (which would be the usual play), he realized that not only were the Cowboys on their heels, but that they were expecting the spike. They weren't going to be on their toes.
And that's where the brass ones come in. His opponents didn't know, his teammates didn't know, his coach's didn't know. Heck, he didn't know until he got to the line of scrimmage. He just decided to go for the dive, and it paid off.
That's the kind of play legends are made of.