I didn't cry for the Vikings last night.
I cried in 1998 when Gary Anderson missed the field goal. I even watched the Pro Bowl that year just to hold on briefly to the feeling of that magical season. Needless to say, it failed to satisfy. It was a very sad season.
When the ball sailed through the uprights last night and the confetti exploded into the Superdome, I spent a little time staring at my shoes and then I stoically began to pick up the empty beer bottles around me.
You see, the Vikings losing in that situation didn't surprise me at that point. What seemed unbelievable was their proximity to victory on the last drive of regulation time. I almost let myself believe it was going to happen.
So I recycled my beer bottles and went on with my life. I will always be a Vikings fan. I just wish they would make it a little easier.
Someday the Minnesota Vikings will win the Superbowl. On that day I will gather my grandchildren around and tell them about last night and that dark Sunday back in '98.
Go Vikes.
2 comments:
The Red Sox fans felt this way for a very long time too...and now look at them? They are just as decorated (and money hungry) as the Yankees! And it's not even fun to be a Sox fan anymore because of it. Sorry about the Vikes, buddy...
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