Stop what you're doing. Shut down your Twitter client. Close out your email. Turn your cell phone notifications off. Close the door, put up the “Do Not Disturb” sign, do whatever you gotta do. Take a few minutes, and watch this:
At the time, I described the Lions’ victory over the Browns like this:
This will be Matt Stafford's signature win. If he flames out in a blaze of interceptions, people will point to this win and wonder what might have been. If he goes on to be the next Elway, and the Lions win multiple Super Bowls with him at the helm, this will be the game they point to and say “It all started when . . .”. . . watching this Hitchcockian one-shot short film, even those words don't lend that moment its proper significance. In case all the rumblings of Pacman Jones and the owner’s meetings and the overtime rules had let you forget, here’s a reminder: we have our quarterback. It’s been fifty years, but the Detroit Lions finally have a lead dog to pull their sled. Even if he’s not a Hall of Famer, even if his career is not Peytonesque, Matthew Stafford will still be the savior who leads the Lions out of football Hell.