I'm watching the Iowa-Wisconsin football game right now. The Wisconsin punter just had to make a touchdown-saving tackle on an Iowa returner who had, as they say, just one man to beat. In making a great tackle, laying out and wrapping up the runner's ankles, the punter reminded me that I really love seeing the kicker save a touchdown like that. Not only is there a bit of David beating Goliath in such plays, but there's a healthy dose of "You big lunks screwed everything up, so I'll solve the problem myself."
Of course, far more often than the kicker manages to stop the returner, he gets deked out of his soccer cleat and lets the returner score. That's probability, I guess.