I have no way to prove this. It’s like an alibi no one can verify. I was alone in my apartment. Watching TV. I didn’t say it out loud or tweet it or text my thoughts to anyone. But when the Chiefs went ahead 38-10 against the Colts on Saturday, I had a fleeting thought, something of a vision. I saw the Colts coming back. Maybe it had to do with Andrew Luck’s penchant for rallying his team or the fact there was still so much time left. And when the Colts quickly scored to cut it to 21, I thought, here we go.
Again, this is hardly unique. It’s an absurd notion for anyone to believe they can actually predict something like that because for every rare time it happens, a hundred other times your sterling premonition proves worthless and the team still loses by 24 points.
But while Saturday might have done nothing to prove my football knowledge or clairvoyance, it was another in a not-so-long-line of stunning comebacks that all seem to follow a familiar pattern. And whether you enjoy the outcome or loathe it or are indifferent and only want a crazy ending, there’s nothing like a great rally. It makes us love sports — or hate them.