It's about 3:30 on Sunday afternoon and I'm sitting here licking my wounds after another disappointing showing by our own Minnesota Vikings.
Anyone who knows me knows this doesn't really make a whole lot of sense - since I'm not even a sports fan in the first place. Football is the closest thing to a sport I could say I'm even slightly interested in, and even with that I would say I'm only a fair weather fan at best.
So why do I let this team get under my skin?
Well, I'm pretty sure it has to do with my childhood. When I was 9 years old (back when they were known as the Purple People Eaters) the Vikings were the best team in football, and EVERYONE who lived in Minnesota was a fan. I think there was a law about it or something.
They were in fact SO good that they went to the Super Bowl 3 times within 5 years. Unfortunately for me and the rest of our state, they lost every one of those games.
1970 against the Kansas City Chiefs 23-7
1974 against the Miami Dolphins 24-7
1975 against the Pittsburgh Steelers 16-6
By the time they lost to the Steelers I was so devastated that I thought I'd never get over it. And to a 13 year-old kid, having your team be that good and lose that many Super Bowls in a row is a pretty tough pill to swallow.
It wasn't until I graduated from high school that I was finally able to let it go and stop hoping that they would ever win a Super Bowl championship in my lifetime.
Ok, I just want whoever the football gods are to know one thing... I didn't mean that literally. It would actually be ok with me if they did win one of these little games one time. You know, to just kind of put that little problem to bed.
But I, um... wouldn't place any bets for this year.