Lett figures Johnson was trying to put a good scare in him. "It worked," he says.
After a dozen replays Beebe and Lett decide they've seen enough. While Beebe goes upstairs to change into his golf duds—he had invited Lett to play a round, but Big Cat isn't a golfer—Lett seizes the remote control. He fast-forwards to the game's final play, in which he sacks Reich.
"There," says Lett. "Now I feel better."
Out in the driveway the two men shake hands. They part company after promising to look one another up this September, when the Cowboys host the Bills. And of this you can be sure: If Lett gets his hands on the ball in Texas Stadium that afternoon, he'll be looking over his shoulder.