Ray Lewis had a big game last week, leading his team to a dominant victory with 504 yards, two touchdowns and six completed tackles. No, we’re not crazy, we’re just not talking about the Ray Lewis you’re thinking of; it’s not the Baltimore Ravens linebacker. We’re talking about his son, Ray Lewis III, a budding sophomore star at Lake Mary Prep High School in Florida.

According to the Orlando Sentinel, Ray Lewis III gained 504 yards in a 34-7 Lake Mary Prep win over Windermere Prep on Friday.

– Cameron Smith, Prep Rally.

I can’t decide if the 504-yard total looks more or less impressive when you find out it came as a combination of rushing, passing, receiving and punt and kick returning. Probably more impressive. Ray Lewis’ kid pretty much dominated this football game.

Anyway, it reminded me of the most hilariously dominant burst of individual performance I’ve ever seen in a football game. And amazingly enough, the kid responsible was actually on my team.

That means I’m not talking about the humiliating time when, in my first-ever game starting at inside linebacker my junior year, a kid named Jason Ham from Port Washington nearly set the Long Island single-game rushing record against us. Or the time in middle school when a dude on Malverne named Jeffrey Birthwright dunked over the uprights (in middle school!) after his fourth rushing touchdown in the first half. Or the time in pee-wee ball when a boy named Jeremiah Pope from Inwood scored so many touchdowns that my dad and I walked off the field noting to remember his name as he would certainly make the NFL someday (we weren’t terribly far off.)

No, the instance I’m talking about happened in the first JV game of the season when I was in ninth grade, and really lasted only a quarter.

The opening kickoff fell in the hands of a kid on our team named Peter, a kid who played fullback in eighth grade the year before but grew up, thinned out and moved to tailback that season. The first time he touched the ball — the first time anybody but the kicker touched the ball that year — he returned in 76 yards for a touchdown.

On the ensuing series, our defense got a stop, so our opponent — I forget who it was but even-money it was West Hempstead, sucking like this — had to punt. Peter returned it 68 yards for another touchdown.

We weren’t able to stop them the next series, but obviously they didn’t want to put the kickoff anywhere near the kid so they squibbed it. We recovered. Then, on the first play from scrimmage, Peter ran the ball 65 yards for a touchdown.

The first three times he touched the ball, he broke touchdowns of 65+ yards. Craziest thing I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t even that he was faster than everyone on the field, either; he just had this remarkable vision for where the seams would develop, combined with outstanding quickness to cut deftly and hit those seams

Sadly, that first quarter of his first season of JV was probably Peter’s peak. He was a nice kid, but he struggled with his grades and authority — at least once in spectacular fashion — and it led to a lot of trouble remaining on the football field.