Sam Gash gets his first carry of the season in the fourth quarter. It's fourth and one at the Pats 35 and Gash plows through like a bulldozer. He bowls over 6 Patriots in his tracks and two of them cling on as he rumbles, bumbles all the way for the touchdown. He goes over to Wade Phillips and hands him the ball saying, "Don't ever do that to me again! I don't want to run the ball, only block!"
Wade came out for his press conference sporting a red outfit and a red pointed cap. "Ho, ho, ho... Merry Wademas! 'Twas the night before the playoffs and all 
through the locker room, not a creature was bickering, not even a Reed. The helmets were hung from the lockers with care, in hopes that Super Bowl rings soon would be there. The players checks were nestled all snug in the bank, while visions of free agency danced in their heads. Out on the field there arose such a clatter, I ripped off my head set to see what was the matter. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a positive article by Larry Felser. With a pen so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be a trick. More rapid than eagles, the blitzers came. The fans whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now Bruuuuuuuce! Now Flutie! Now Moulds and Peerless!" Over the linemen, to on top of the quarterback! Our foes hopes are GASHED away, Gash away, Gash away all! Thurman sprang through the line, to his team gave a whistle, and away he flew towards the end zone like down on a thistle. But I heard him exclaim when he scored the TD, 'We're Super Bowl bound and this time I'll be MVP!'"
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