"I tried to pin both his arms," Robinson said, "but all I could get was his left. As I grabbed him, I thought that I hadn't done what I was supposed to. Under Lombardi, you try for perfection; if I had played this one perfectly, I would have had both his arms. This way he got the ball away, and there was a 50-50 chance a Cowboy would catch it in the end zone." But no. Packers safety Tom Brown caught the ball and hugged it to his belly. The win was secure.
On offense Green Bay had bombed Dallas. Quarterback Bart Starr threw a 17-yard touchdown to Elijah Pitts on a march that began with the opening kickoff. Then Jim Grabowski, the rookie who has stood in the wings all year waiting for Jim Taylor to tire, picked up Mel Renfro's fumble on the following kickoff and went 18 yards for the second touchdown. The Cowboys marched for one touchdown—65 yards in 13 plays—and added a second when Perkins broke two tackles on the way to a 23-yard score. Then the Packers hit again and again and again. Starr found Carroll Dale with a 51-yard scoring pass and had a 16-yard TD to Boyd Dowler and a 28-yarder to Max McGee, who improvised the pattern as he left the huddle.
"This game will prove for all time the greatness of my teammates," said Fuzzy Thurston, the Packers guard. "This is the big one. There are players on this team who are near retirement, and as the great Johnny Blood said, 'Athletes are given the privilege of dying twice—once when we retire and again when death takes us.' " Now Thurston, a blocky, square, very tough-looking man, lowered his voice to a sentimental organ tone. "I would like to die happy," he said.