The quarterback is throwing the ball like he's Dieter Brock, to a group of receivers who go after it like it's their first-born.
The little running back continues to play like a man possessed, hitting holes like a bullet.
And just when it looks like the defence is in trouble, two potential all-stars fall into the huddle like manna from heaven.
I'm talking about your Winnipeg Blue Bombers, of course, a team that appears deadly serious about ending a 16-year Grey Cup drought.
The magic even extends off the field, where the Bombers are pitching a perfect season: five games, five sellouts, and that hasn't happened since they put upper decks on the old gal at Maroons Road and St. James.
Apparently, God has become a Blue Bombers season ticket holder. Which would make him one of the lucky ones to actually get a seat.
He'd better get his Grey Cup tickets soon, because the Bombers office yesterday was buzzing with inquiries about the big game in Toronto, Nov. 25.
The masses, it seems, are beginning to believe. And what a storybook ending that would be: Milt Stegall sent off into retirement with the all-time touchdown record and the championship that's eluded him all these years.
Nonsense, is what I'd normally say to such delusions.
The world of sports, 99.9% of the time, doesn't follow Hollywood script lines any more than Hollywood follows Scripture.
But there's something about this year's Bombers that has me wondering if the improbable could happen.
This team must be saying its daily prayers, which no doubt begin with, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray No. 5 his health to keep."
Not only has Kevin Glenn remained unscathed, the quarterback with a penchant for the bad pass at a bad time was picked off for the first time in seven games Sunday against Saskatchewan. How do you explain that? From the dumb interception to divine intervention.
And how can Charles Roberts, one of the smallest players in the league, run so hard, yet remain unhurt, if not for somebody upstairs looking out for No. 1?
Then there's the charmed case of ex-Montrealer Terrence Edwards, a revelation at receiver this season. The only thing more serendipitous than the way Edwards has blossomed since falling into the Bombers' laps in May was how it happened: through a mixup in the CFL office that mistakenly made him a free agent.
"God puts you in the situation he wants," Edwards himself said at the time.
If that's the case, then the good Lord obviously wanted Juran Bolden and Ike Charlton back in blue and gold.
The timing was downright transcendent. Just when the Bomber defence appeared to be unraveling, after a Labour Day weekend collapse in Regina, the two NFL castoffs were struck by the same thought: I'm needed back in Winnipeg.
And now Doug Berry is counting his blessings by the numbers 21 and 10.
"They just happened to be dropping from the skies," the head coach said. "And we took 'em."
Speaking of dropping, what's been falling out in Toronto, Montreal and Vancouver? Why, if it isn't starting quarterbacks. You don't think injuries to the Argos Michael Bishop, Anthony Calvillo of the Als and B.C.'s Dave Dickenson improve the Bombers' chances of reaching, maybe even winning, the Grey Cup?
Sunday against the Riders, the Bombers seemed to get all the breaks from the refs, too. Egad -- could the Man Upstairs be wearing stripes?
I don't know about that.
But it appears He's donned his No. 85, grabbed a pair of pompoms and plunked himself down -- best seat in the house, of course -- for the kind of season long-suffering Bombers fans have been praying for.
Amen to that.