Charlie, I've loved you for only a few moments. I've been in absolute agony with the prospect of you failing and sinking this ship like a lead balloon every time you've had your shots. This last game as a fan and as someone who does understand how incredibly terrifying it can be to play the position of quarterback at any level, I have to give you the slow clap that every dramatic performance deserves.
You took the biggest game, with it all on the line, the playoffs, the Seahawks hopes and faith in Pete Carroll and your career and played with big balls. Your deep pass to Ruvell Martin made me laugh. Not because the pass was funny but because I was kicked in the heart. It was like, your pass told me to pack away my fear, good ol' number six is here. It was a superman play on a team that has lacked superman plays.
Charlie, you picked the best game to audition. This wasn't a QB finding fire on a eventual 3-13 gutter team. This was as tough as it can be no one overlooked you or went to sleep. I hate the Rams, back when I was an asshole and cheered injuries I only ever hoped Rams would get hurt. I hate them beyond anything. For you to beat them, no matter how gruesome the overall game felt, I wish I could give you a medal.
So Clipboard Jesus, What can you show us next?