MINNEAPOLIS — Blair Walsh knew it the instant he kicked the football. Knew his field goal would hook. Knew he would be a playoff goat instead of a playoff hero.
One second he lined up for a winning kick. And then it vanished, gone, poof. A stunning miss wide left.
Just like that. Season over.
The life of a kicker can be a cruel, lonely existence. Walsh hit rock bottom Sunday.
“I’ll take the blame, because I deserve every second of it,” he said.
For the record, Walsh didn’t lose a playoff game by himself.