There’s less than two minutes to play and we’re up by ten points when Warner takes the snap and feeds me the ball. I follow my lead blocker in the line, Ben Yallese, substituting for Jankowski, and he smashes open a nice hole for me. Eight yards later, I’ve punched through the end zone with my legs charging hard. The referee’s whistle tells me what I already know. Touchdown. My knee still pinches, but adrenaline’s great for dulling the pain.