go?" Parcells asked again as the offense took the field.
going!" he barked.
Are you kidding?
Hostetler was going if he had to drag a Baldwin behind him. He tested his knee
on the second play, a scramble that was good for six yards. The Giants
scratched out a field goal to close the deficit to 13-12 with 5:47 left.
It's funny about
dynasties. They roll along smooth as chiffon for three years, and then all of a
sudden the warranty expires and the lug nuts fall off. All of a sudden things
go from threepeat to peat moss. First, Montana got the flu from his little girl
on Thursday. He was on an IV as late as Saturday, trying to get his body fluids
back to normal. Then Marshall made him feel worse with that hit. Then Roger
Craig decided to fumble at the worst possible moment of the year, which was
with less than three minutes to play. Taylor caught it in mid-drop. Giants'
Here it was for
Hoss: 57 yards and 2:36 to make a dream come around that he had waited for
through seven years and 4,000 No. 2 pencils.
All he did was
become bulletproof. Rolling right on what remained of his knee, he should have
gone out of bounds but instead chose to pivot and fire a rope to tight end Mark
Bavaro, who was running the other way. Plus 19, first down.
Two plays later,
he rolled right and, while still running, threw an NFL Films-type spiral to
Stephen Baker. Plus 13, to the Niner 29. O.J. Anderson advanced the ball four
more yards on two carries, then the Giants called timeout with :04 remaining.
What's left for Hostetler to do but hold for Matt Bahr's kick?
"All I said
to myself was, Please don't bobble the ball," he said afterward. Amazing,
isn't it, Hoss? You hold on to the ball a little tighter when it's your drive
you're trying to finish.
Across the way, a
group of about eight Giants knelt in a semicircle, praying to God for victory.
So now God had to worry about a war and the Giants.