So, okay, it's like this: I've lived in Minnesota since I was four years old (that's three decades for those of you keeping track) but I can't sincerely claim to be a real Vikings fan. I'm not really a football person. I follow the sport only on the most superficial level.
But I submit that you don't really have to be observing all that carefully to come to the conclusion that the Vikings are one of those teams that just seem born to lose. Any team can be bad, but it takes a special kind of team to, while being capable of flashes and even streaks of genuine goodness, consistently, repeatedly, and reliably turn up those bad cards at the critical moments. It's a rare combination of bad luck, unfortunate intrusions of personality, and I would imagine a issues to do with football playing acumen as well - again, not really my area. But it clearly goes beyond mere sports mechanics. The Vikings are cursed. Unlike pre-Millennial Red Sox, though, the Vikings curse doesn't even have an interesting story behind it. Maybe it was the Hungarian grandmother of some underage teenage girl, who knows. It could actually be an ancient Viking curse.
Case in point: the particular collision of money, politics, and players behaving badly represented by the recent "Sex Cruise" scandal does seem to up the ante on an already inspired history of bad judgment, bad timing and bad luck. You know how it is: it's happened to all of us. You're lobbying hard for a special Legislative session to consider the issue of buying you - a group of gentlemen earning base salaries between 230,000 and 3.25 Million Dollars, owned by a gentleman himself worth 400 million dollars - a new place of business. Your stadium deal is on the ropes. You are running dead last in a three way race for some public stadium funding love that probably, in these troubled times, nobody will get. You are walking narrow line. What do you do?
Why not hire a couple of boats?
And some hookers.
Men and women of Minnesota, I submit to you: this is the sound of Vikings Football.
That is all.
(Bob Barker Horn Vamp via)
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That is a sound that, after 3 or 4 replays, caused superlative adjective-noun-ness (in this case I suppose the noun would have to be nosecola) to occur in my little office.
God bless the Vikes.
Cause Lord knows, they could use it.
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