"Maybe you overdo the analysis," he says. "The truth is that, at 47 yards, the percentages are against you. If it were 30 yards, O.K., but 47.... At that distance, the average in the NFL is under 50 percent. You're working against the numbers. Maybe you break everything down too much. A quarterback doesn't get two throws a game and then sit down and analyze where his feet were and how his arm worked on the one he missed. It's 1.3 seconds. You go out and do it."
He still was shaky when the Bills returned to Buffalo. There was a civic reception on the steps of city hall, and he wanted to fade into the background. He felt he had let a lot of people down. Then a strange thing happened. The crowd was huge, estimated between 25,000 and 30,000 people. A civic leader was talking. The people started chanting, "We want Scott," right in the middle of the fellow's speech. The chant became louder and louder. Norwood was pushed by his teammates from the background to the microphone. He does not particularly like to give speeches.
"I just spoke from the heart," he says. "The people were wonderful. They passed me notes of encouragement. They held signs. Wonderful."
Time is helping. The kind words are helping. In a couple of weeks, he will start lifting weights again, and he says that when the weather breaks for good and the ground becomes firm, he will start kicking. His father, as always, will hold for him down at the high school field. He will not be the hero of heroes, and that one kick never will land where he wants it to land, because it is history. He will be like most of us. He will move along to the next chapter. He will keep going.
He will carry his regrets.