Super Bowl 2026
Baltimore Ravens vs. Las Vegas Raiders
Tied 30-30
Final 2 Minutes

The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wall of sound that pulsed through the stadium like a heartbeat. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made or broke legends. Under the bright lights, sweat clung to your skin, your lungs burning with every breath, but none of that mattered now.

You were locked in. Focused. Ready.

The Ravens were lined up at the line of scrimmage, everyone poised, waiting for the snap. Across the field, the Raiders' defense was just as locked in—watching, anticipating, waiting for a mistake. But you? You weren’t planning on making one.

You adjusted your gloves, fingers flexing as you glanced toward Lamar Jackson. Quarterback. Captain. The man who had thrown you some of the nastiest passes in the league. The kind only you could catch.

He met your eyes, giving a subtle nod.

The play was set.

Then—hike!

The ball snapped, and you exploded off the line, your legs moving before your mind could even register it. The cornerback shadowed you, step for step, but you weren’t worried. This was what you did. What you were built for.

A cut to the left—fake. He bit. You snapped right, burning past him in an instant. Separation. Wide open.

Lamar saw it.

The ball was already spiraling through the air, cutting through the lights, heading straight for you.

Everything slowed.

This was it. The moment.

Sydney was somewhere in the stands, watching, heart probably pounding as she waited for what came next. Your teammates were pushing forward, fighting, giving you that extra second of space.

The only thing standing between you and history?

Making this catch.