a day late and a dollar short...again

Dear Fellow Minnesota Vikings Fans,

First and foremost, Chin Up!

I plopped down onto the couch after dam near wearing a hole in the floor from pacing back in forth in front of the TV (for the entire game, I might add,) said to the gf "Oh well, it's not life and death. It's just a game." She smiled that kind of smile she does when she knows I'm miserable but attempting to stay admirable in defeat. (Like when I find myself begrudgingly attending one her friend's weddings.)

I continued "Well, what a season; what a season, huh?" She smiled again; that same smile and said "Yes, it has been a lot of fun. And it is just a game. I love that you are able to realize that." Then I cracked another Dos Equis.

Oh, did I mention I was watching the game in my villa in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico?! And it was only my first vacation day of sun, surf and spirits. It made the semi-regularly Vikings NFC Championship loss a bit more bearable.  My Dad says he's been trying to forget about the Vikings for the last 33 years.  At the very least, I was able to forget about it for a week.  

The biggest story in Mexico was (and is) that of futbol star Salvador Cabanas being shot in the head by a (possibly) rabid fan/Mexican mafia man because, in short, presumably "he hasn't scored enough goals lately."

On the plane ride home yesterday I was thinking about the fact that as Vikings fans, apparently we're just not afforded that moment--that one shining moment, if you will--when we drop to our knees, shed a tear and realize that, yes, our team is going to the Superbowl. That moment may elude us, possibly, forever.

When I got home a had an email from my brother telling of his experience, watching the game in Bellingham, WA.

I've come to terms with the loss. Hell, I'm not sure if I could even take getting to the superbowl. Losing the NFC championship just felt comfortable. NOT! I hope Favre comes back to finish the job. I watched the game with my buddy (a MN native) and his 3yr old. After explianing to his son that the Vikings had just lost the NFC championship, my buddy added "Get used to it". To which his son replied, "Oh well". So I'm taking it like a kid this year, Oh well. "Can we play now?" I do feel bad for Favre, dad, and all the true fans (me) though.  Next year...

As us fans, "true" or not, know, the wins and losses of the Vikings are certainly akin to that of an emotional roller coaster. The doubtful Get-used-to-it(s) and optimistic next-year(s) both, are natural defense mechanisms, to protect us from riding said rollercoaster. It's ok to get worked up about it but it's definitely easier if you don't.  After all, what can we, as fans (albeit, cynical fans) do? As my mother says, "It's all up to the players on the field."**  And It's just a game.

At least it's not life and death.

Vikings fan for life, eternally waiting for that one shining moment-BNB

ps-A little bit of advice--next year, if the Vikes are looking good early on, do yourself a favor and book a tropical vaca for during the NFC Championship game.  You just might thank me.

** I like to snarkily add, "...and sometimes the refs." But that's mostly in referecne to basketball and, more specifically, pertaining to large market teams advancing in the play-offs, and even more specifically, pertaining to Kobe Bryant advancing in the play-offs, and even more specific than that, pertaining to David Stern sucking Kobe Bryant's dick. (I wonder, Mr. Stern, does Kobe's pre-cum taste any different from that of, oh say, Michael Jordan?)

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