There's nothing quite like the feeilng of a pick, a pick six on the other hand? Woooft, forget it. The minute you're free and end zone bound you might as well be running on clouds, it's the simplest thing in the world. You've done all the hard work, you've tracked it, you've read it and you've caught it. You've got the blocks, your team did their part and now you're CRUISING. That exact situation hit Rusty Rucker in what would prove to be the final game of the Llamas playoff series. A beauty of a pick, sixty yards down the field at what could loosely be described as "speed." Dodging traffic like no man's business, only to be dragged down, viciously, at the one. Off the field he trots, surrounded by his defensive team mates, too nervous to celebrate. The offense comes on. First attempt, doesn't cut it. Second attempt? Not quite. Third attempt though. In it goes, but hey, not enough time left for the comeback, not enough time left to tuck into the Prospect Bowl. All you gotta do is make the big dog dance, everything else takes care of itself. But when you don't get the pick six, and you just get the pick? That one yard can weigh on you for a long damn time. You get one, and only one, shot at a Prospect Bowl. It's the rarest trophy in the ISFL and only a select few will hold it. And to all intents and purposes Rusty Rucker was one yard short.

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