I play flag football every week. When a fresh, young guy outruns the old guy who's been busy kicking your butt all game, it's not a lowlight reel. It's understandable.
Roman Harper was born in 1982. He has some gray hair. He was probably aware that the ball was dead. Some fast, well-playing guy born in 1987 hustled but didn't even touch him. What about that play is so patently ridiculous?
All I know is this: that gray-haired old man is two years younger than me. He needed oxygen after that play. And yet, there's no way I, or anyone else who made fun of him, would even come close to him in that situation.
It's called perspective.