The mountain of humanity stood outside the small doorway. More beef than a Texas cattle ranch trying to squeeze into a space that most regular sized men would have trouble fitting through.
Cameras were at the ready, videotape was rolling, cell phones were recording as well, as they all wanted a souvenir of this moment, for posterity's sake of course.
What could it be that fascinated these men so? A superstar in there midst? A spiritual phenomenon maybe?
No. It was simple a regular sized, 6-foot, 200 lb., human being sitting reading a magazine. Mouseish by their standards. But it was where he was sitting that made this moment miraculous.
He sat at the edge of the training room whirlpool with his right leg immersed into the hot, relaxing water.
"This can't be happening", muttered one of the behemoths of the Sunday trenches. "This is a sanctuary reserved for those of us who beat, bang, and bruise ourselves to earn a buck every week."
Did this scene occur in a J.R.R. Tolkien novel? No. It was simply the scene in the visitors' training room at MT&T Bank Stadium in Baltimore, where the place kicker for the victorious Bengals sat resting is his right boot.
If you had kicked a franchise record tying 7 field goals, and accounted for all of your team's 21 points, wouldn't your foot need a little treatment too?
Let's be honest. He was the only Bengal on Sunday who deserved it.
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