You made it! It’s finally the end of another work week. Sure, the weekend has lost a bit of its luster lately, but no work is still no work, even if it is just sitting at home doing nothing. I mean, unless you have kids or a family or responsibilities and if so, that’s a “you” problem.

I know I usually use this space to drop some sort of fun or nonsensical video but this week I decided to lean into the pain. This kick sums up my Vikings fandom and overall outlook on life quite nicely.

The ‘Perfect’ Season

The 1998-1999 season was one I will never forget. Randal Cunningham, Chris Carter and a newly drafted Randy Moss. This team was unstoppable. They broke all the records including the single season scoring one that the almost undefeated Patriots eventually topped. They basically ran my favorite play whenever they wanted. A young, wide-eyed little idiot would yell at the TV ‘run the touchdown play!’ and so it would be. Nothing could stop them.

Nothing until Gary fucking Anderson that is. This single-bar face mask wearing prick brought me right back down to a face to face visit with crushing reality. This was the moment when the curtain was lifted on the team I had chosen to root for. It was the HD version of an aging actor. The first time you saw what time had truly done to them. All the years of hard drinking and partying mixed with one too many plastic surgeries. All right there in beautiful depressing clarity.

This moment did set me up to deal with what was to come. Nothing sports related ever stung like this. It was the perfect baptism of defeatism that would guide me through my life to this day. So I guess I should be thanking Mr. Anderson. I mean, I wont cuz fuck that guy, but still.

Also this lmfaoooooooooo!