We were David with a Canadian passport, failing miserably at winning just one football game against stars-and-stripes-draped Goliaths. It came down to fourth and hell, a face-to-face showdown. No disguises, no masks, no secret weapons. No one huddled on the sideline. No one huddled on the field. Both sides knew what to expect. No surprises, no guesswork, no mind games. Making the call was a formality. All that mattered was running the play to see what would pass. Someone would execute; someone would be executed.
