HOUSTON (AP) — In a game that will be etched in the memories of football fans for years to come, the Houston Texans pulled off a miraculous victory over the highly touted Buffalo Bills on Sunday. The 23-20 win came courtesy of a walk-off 59-yard field goal by the trusty leg of Ka‘imi Fairbairn as the clock struck zero.

The capacity crowd at the Texans‘ home stadium was on the edge of their seats as the nail-biting matchup neared its conclusion. Points had been hard to come by throughout the afternoon, with each side trading field position and field goals for much of the contest.

However, amidst all the grinding and resistance, quarterback C.J. Stroud emerged as a beacon of hope for his squad. Stroud, the dynamic young signal-caller, enjoyed an afternoon to remember as he dropped back in the pocket to connect on pass after pass, eventually tallying up an impressive 331 yards through the air and one touchdown toss.

Stroud‘s teammates answered the bell as well, fighting tooth and nail to keep the Texans afloat in the low-scoring affair. In fact, both teams would struggle mightily to locate the end zone, relying instead on the leg of their respective kickers to compile points.

Of course, it was Fairbairn who would have the final word. Summoned onto the field for what can only be described as one final, desperate prayer, the veteran kicker took his mark, focused, and let fly with every ounce of strength his leg possessed. As the ball sailed skyward, there was an instant of complete, utter silence — the fate of the game hanging precariously in the balance.

The outcome, unbeknownst to the tens of thousands watching on with bated breath, was foregone. The pigs hide covering enveloped the ball shot straight as an arrow toward the parallel bars, no sooner began the mad dash of excitement — players jumping for joy — culminating in exuberance unbridled, elation, a deluge of emotions playing out for countless milliseconds in the heart — ever so briefly — of an eternity.

The Bills were left speechless, heartbroken, on the wrong end of what could only be described as a masterclass of kicking as the Texans exalted with one another in jubilant celebration — Fairbairn, clutch in the extreme, standing triumphant — basking in that surreal afterglow as a master artist savoring his latest stroke of genius.