Oh, my goodness! What a strange finish to Super Bowl 49!  For those of us in the Northwest who happen to be Seahawk fans, we experienced another roller coaster of emotions, not unlike what happened in the NFC Championship game where Seattle came back from a 16-0 half-time deficit to win in overtime after some very bizarre plays and risky play calling that worked, with a little “luck” thrown in. Again yesterday there were some “gutsy” play calls which worked—except for the final one of the game.  With Seattle down 24-28, Jemaine Kearse had an amazing reception while lying on his back, putting the Seahawks in scoring position. After another punishing run by Marshawn Lynch, nicknamed “Beast Mode,” (giving him 102 yards rushing for the game, 133 overall), the Seahawks had three downs and one time out to gain one yard and win their second consecutive Super Bowl. Surely with football’s most-bruising runner in your backfield, you can punch it into the end zone given three plays and a little less than a yard to go!  But that’s when it happened, shocking players, spectators, and the millions of us watching—they ran a slant pass to Ricardo Lockett which was intercepted by a rookie free agent from West Alabama, Malcolm Butler. You’ll have to admit, it was a surprise, and sometimes that can work to your advantage, as it had on numerous occasions for the Seahawks.  The call was made by offensive coordinator, Darrell Bevell but could have been overruled by Pete Carroll, head coach, or changed at the line by Russell Wilson, Seahawk quarterback. But they ran the play and with it ended their chance to repeat as Super Bowl champions. There, of course, has been lots of commentary on the play call, especially since a similar thing happened when Pete Carroll was head coach at USC, costing them a third consecutive national championship. Had the pass call worked successfully, the whole outcome would have been different. They would have been interviewing Seahawk players and coaches and they would have been heroes instead of goats—what a fine line between the agony of defeat and the thrill of victory. It can be determined by the minutest of detail.