Man, what a day. I don't live and breathe football so I would never say I'm a die hard Viking fan. I'm usually more amused by their failures than heartbroken. 09 just kind of seemed to make it obvious that hoping for this team was futile. I appreciate that this team has given the fan base a real shot at some history.
I love Zim, the defense, Diggs, Thielen, The O-Line after how bad they were last year so I really like rooting for these guys to do well. But when the Saints went up 21-20, then Forbath kicked that FG with 1:23 left or whatever it was, then Snead catches it on 4th and 10, all those feelings came rushing back. The anxiety, laughing off the anger of thinking a 17-0 lead getting blown at home with the best defense just made sense. I really thought the game was over. I figured everyone in that stadium had lost hope and the shyt was gonna die a quick death. But it didn't happen and I'm still in shock. I still don't feel safe celebrating because this shyt doesn't happen to the Vikes. We don't win those type of games. We don't give the game away in the 4th quarter then get gifted a miracle. And especially not in the playoffs. I'm glad my pessimism hasn't made me completely apathetic so I could go on that ride today. Next week is a whole nother set of emotional issues, but for once, we got a fun story to tell about a January game

to all my Viking brehs who got called and were calling people sharing in this moment. Being a Viking fan aint easy, but i'll be damned if it aint entertaining. To the diehards, this is for y'all