‘Lying there, in the wreckage of a bungled kickoff on the Rich Stadium turf, Maddox locked his hand onto the football, and he managed to pry it out from under Graf’s belly. When the whistle finally blew, Maddox had the ball – and the Bills had possession on the 50-yard-line. Maddox went to the sidelines, feeling a euphoria that made little sense. It was still 35-3, but he had made a big play, and he whipped his arms at the fans, stirring some dormant ember of hope.’