After scoring, Owens walked back towards the goal line, shaking and loosening his legs. He got down on a knee, lifted up into a sprinter's stance, pretended to burst out of the gates, and that was it. A mild tribute to Usain Bolt, and he jogged off the field.
No props, no delaying the game, no taunting anyone. Just 15-yards of joy-sucking yellow laundry. Wade Phillips argued vehemently (or at least, as vehemently as the cuddly old fellow can), but to no avail. He didn't say a word to Owens, though.
