And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in parkas and hunting outfits on a snowy, windy, freeze-your-nuts-off afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere near the 50-yard-line, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. They will make the playoffs, Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been cowbell. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But cowbell has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh… they will make the playoffs Ray. They will most definitely make the playoffs.