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clicked zero (and perhaps a bit beyond). Jim Zorn backed away from the
center, cocked his arm, and threw a 15 yard pass to Steve Largent.
The noise of the cheers, yells, and screams obliterated any sense of the
anguish coming from the Cleveland bench. The PAT failed, but who cared. The
Seahawks were ahead 20-19, and the Cleveland Browns had only 52 seconds left
to do something, anything to win the game.
They almost did get close enough to put Don Cockroft within range of another
field goal, but Autry Beamon smashed into Cleveland's Dave Logan and jarred
the ball loose and into the air.
And there it floated until Eddie McMillan snatched it out of space and into
his arms at the Seahawk 23 yard line. The clock was under ten seconds and
the crowd was levitating in thunderous screams and yells.
What little voice was left from the cheering of the just made touchdown
seconds earlier was supercharged by the explosion of an intercepted ball and
a for certain win.
The Seahawk season of 1977 was over. The record was 5 and 9 and there was
joy, bountiful joy, screaming joy, heavenly hosts singing joy, in Seattle,
in Mudville, in the King Dome and the Kingdom of Seahawk.