Back in 1980, the two stupidest NFL franchises in history were facing each other in a crappy back and forth game that was tied 6-6 as it went into overtime. Some people will say it was a "defensive struggle", but let's not be cute, here. It was a crap fest of epic proportions between a bunch of fat assholes.
One of those fat assholes was Packers' kicker Chester Marcol, which is a hilariously dumb name. He ended up lining up for a kick in OT, swung that meat leg, had it blocked right into his hands, and then ran it in for a touchdown in what is described in Marcol's biography as a "Miracle."
But what kind of a miracle was it, you ask? Why, a miracle of drugs!
Skip ahead to the 1:15 mark for the play.
Directly from the ham-mouth, out of his book:
"But here's the thing about that touchdown that nobody knows:
"I was under the influence of cocaine when I scored.
"I had gone into the bathroom at halftime and, while the coaches and players were preparing for the second half, I snorted coke. I don't know if it would be accurate to say I was high when I scored that touchdown two hours later, but I definitely was under the influence.
"It's not something I'm proud to admit. But it happened and to tell the story of my touchdown without including the part about the cocaine would not be an honest account."
It is so amazingly Packer-football, that I'm not even mad. Marcol Chester coke head, Marco Rivera drunk driver, Najeh Davenport closet pooper, Ahman Green domestic violence, Johnny Jolly drug possessor, Brett Favre pain addict … Oh man, the list goes on and on.
We'll just add Chester Marcol to the list, I guess, and then all laugh at it.