That reminded me of the time back in elementary. Must have been 5th grade and we're playing football at recess. I'm at QB scrambling to find someone open and I see one of my teammates wide open standing in the back of the end zone. No one around him. Only thing is this kid had a tendency to day dream quite a bit and he was just standing there blank faced. How he could run 10-15 yards, stop, and go into day dream mode that fast? I don't know, but he had a gift. Anyway, with him standing there like a statue staring blankly right at me, I rip off probably the best tight spiral of my life. I wouldn't say the hardest pass, but it had some good zip. And it hit him straight of the nose. Blood everywhere. Black and blue like Marcia Brady the next day. We didn't win the game that day, but damn that was a nice pass.