It was a crisp Sunday afternoon, and the Baltimore Ravens were locked in a nail-biter against their fiercest rivals. The stadium was electric, and all eyes were on Lamar Jackson, the man who could turn a broken play into a highlight reel faster than you could say “Madden glitch.”

With two minutes left on the clock, the Ravens were down by four points. They had the ball at their own 30-yard line, and the offensive line was… well, doing their best. Lamar jogged into the huddle, flashing that signature grin.

“Alright, y’all, here’s the play: try not to get me killed.”

The center snapped the ball, and immediately, chaos ensued. A defensive lineman broke through like a wrecking ball, and Lamar had exactly 0.2 seconds to react. So, naturally, he did what Lamar does best—he ran for his life.

He juked left. He spun right. He pump-faked so hard that two defenders fell over their own shoelaces. At one point, he literally moonwalked past a linebacker, just for style points. The crowd lost its mind.

Then, out of nowhere, a defensive end the size of a refrigerator lunged at him. Lamar, with the agility of a cat that just knocked over a glass of water, jumped over him. Yes, a full-blown hurdle.

The commentators were screaming. The coach had ripped his headset off. A nearby referee was so stunned he accidentally threw his hat instead of a penalty flag.

But Lamar wasn’t done. Still running, he realized he was now 40 yards behind the original line of scrimmage. So, with a flick of his wrist, he launched a 60-yard pass on the run, hitting his receiver perfectly in stride for the game-winning touchdown.

The stadium erupted. His teammates tackled him in celebration. Somewhere in the stands, a grandma fainted from excitement.

Later that night, when reporters asked Lamar how he pulled it off, he just smiled and said:

“Man, I was just trying not to get sacked.”