Same As It Ever Was
This one hurts. So badly. Breathtakingly painfully. I know to you non-sports fans it all sounds so ridiculous; like a bunch of guys sitting around in funny jerseys yelling at the TV. And, in the grand scheme of things, who cares? It’s just a game. I respect your opinion, but if you say that to my face, we’re through.
Sadly, this is what it means to be a Vikings fan. Not just losing, but throwing the game away. Would it have been better had they lost 41-0? Yes, absolutely it would have. Because then, I would just have accepted that the better team had won and moved on. But that’s not what happened.
We handed the Saints the Ball five times and they won in overtime, after three terrible calls by the referee to move them into field goal range. They late hit our quarterback several times, and he still moved the ball up and down the field on them. Their QB is a runt and their coach is a punk and I will enjoy watching Peyton Manning carve them up like a Christmas ham.
The Vikings played so carelessly on offense, that I am actually having trouble envisioning myself going up there next season for a game. I will, of course, but it is going to take a few months to get over this one.
Over the course of my lifetime, I have learned to embrace the dark nights like tonight. Another bag of coal, another notch in the belt of my suffering. Because when the Vikings eventually win the Super Bowl, I can say that it was all worth it. In the way, I’m like an opus dei, only a Vikings fan.
Nevertheless, tonight just sucks so badly, so viscerally that I am welcoming going to sleep. The fact is this: Another year, another choke.
Some things never change.
Painful in so many ways……….As my father says, \
Painful in so many ways……….As my father says, “Close but no cigar.” While Favre was as tough as nails and stellar all year that interception quotient always loomed like a Midwestern tornado cloud. It reared its ugly tail and down went the 40 year old veteran to 103 decibels of screaming Saints worshipers. A tough way go out…..or will he?
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First of all, about three people are going to get that reference. But that’s like comparing getting stabbed with a pitchfork to getting poked in the eye. The Giants have won plenty of Super Bowl’s. In fact, I hope they never win another one. But that’s a story for another day.
No matter what, it’s always the current Super Bowl which is the most important thing to win.
The only thing prior championships determine is how many people feel sorry for you when your team fails, or how many tell you to go fuck yourself!