"You can't try to elude him,"Lazarre-White said. "You have to elude him orthrow it out of bounds. It's not an option tofail... that was the game, right there. It was mymistake. If you're going to take praise when youdo well, you've got to take responsibility whenyou mess up."

Yeah, he's right, I guess. Bill Buckner tookresponsibility for getting nutmegged in the WorldSeries. Jimmy Swaggart took responsibility for hissins before the Lord. Ronald Reagan tookresponsibility for Iran-gate. Well, at least heshould have. And I even recall a scrawny kid namedGrunwald blaming himself for blowing his highschool soccer team's 26-game winning streak bymissing an unmissable breakaway, but that'sanother column altogether.

It makes sense, if you think about it. But whythink about it? It's depressing. It's futile.That's why we have perspective-giving butnausea-inducing cliches, like "It's just a game,""You win some, you lose some," and "Tomorrow isanother day."

Story time: in 1985, a Fieldston Academy juniorquarterback came off the bench late in the fourthquarter against Rye Country Day School. Withseconds left, he heroically whipped a 65-yardscoring bomb to give Fieldston a 7-0 win.

That was one of Lazarre-White's better days,although he's probably the only one who remembersit. Eventually, a lot of people are going toforget Saturday, too. Including me. And you. Andthat 93,000-year-old armchair quarterback.Someday, even Mr. Cornell Football will forget thegrisly details.

Tomorrow is another day