Seems like every time I watch football, I get lucky and happen to catch only the defining moments of any given game. Last night, I was flipping between the Patriots/Ravens AFC Championship, Hellboy, the original Underworld and a jackhammer of a headache. (I picked a terrible time to get sick with the Miami Marathon a week away.)I caught the Ravens’ final drive at just the right time. They’re marching up the field, and then an easy touchdown pass was dropped/stripped in the endzone, and no one really made a big deal about it other than me.“Oh, they’ve got two more chances.”“At worst, they’ll tie it up.”That’s the attitude of everyone watching and the sportscasters commenting. For all the time people waste watching grown men play children’s games on TV, you’d think they’d have already learned that nothing’s for sure.And then kicker Billy Cundiff blew the big one.He’s already the big goat on television, Twitter, Facebook, newspapers and at least three forms of media and news outlets that have yet to be invented. That will fade away in a week, maybe two, as the Super Bowl rematch from 2008 takes over and some other athlete or celebrity does something society finds more embarrassing. (Hello, Kyle Williams.)Photo courtesy of sportspickle.comThis guy is going to have nightmares for the rest of his life! All because he couldn’t kick a ball straight. Crazy, right? The last time this happened on such a grand stage, Ray Finkle had a sex change and kidnapped Dan Marino.As the place kicker, Cundiff is almost guaranteed to NEVER have any glory. He makes that kick, and everyone shrugs as if it was a given. Even if the kick was to win the game, most of the press and adulation would go to the quarterbacks, running backs, receivers and even the defensive line that marched up and down the field, scoring (or preventing) points for sixty minutes.But the job of place kicker isn’t entirely thankless. New Englanders love Cundiff, and I’m just glad no one’s going to request a Baltimore Ravens Foogos for a Super Bowl party. Advertisement