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The Albatross

December 29, 2009

The albatross is back and hangs heavy around my neck.  Once again, the Vikings are poised to break my heart.

I tuned in last night’s game with “Da Bears” with some trepidation, but like a good car accident, I couldn’t turn away from it.  The first half was stomach wrenching and at half-time I did the only thing I could thing of to help the lads.  I went into the kitchen and prepared an entire round of lefse with butter and extra sugar.   This Old World cure seemed to work, but its carbo boost was spent with 10 minutes remaining in the fourth quarter.

I have been a Vikings fan since the beginning when my father took us on vacation to Bemidji and we stumbled across the Vike’s first training camp.  Experiencing those, now undersized,  linemen on the sidewalk impressed upon me the folly of playing football any longer than I had to.  Although I stayed too long to save my knees, those early Vikes did me a real service.

Having suffer through all four Vikings Superbowls, the mad antics of Joe Capp, and the final play-off game where Gary Anderson missed his first field goal, I should have taken enough punishment.  But I am cursed.  I’ve ridden this horse too long and can’t get off.  After all, the color commentators still remember Bud Grant and you can still buy Alan Page “88” old school jerseys.

It’s unsettling, but I’m starting to worry about  what would happen if the Vikings did win.  Would it be the wrap?  Would I die?

— Jim Margadant

4 Comments leave one →
  1. December 29, 2009 2:39 pm

    I am not a betting man, not even an avid team sports follower. In my first bet in 20 years, last night I lost $5 to my bro-in-law. And I even gave him the spread. In mid-season I honestly thought that the Vikes had enough to go all the way. It would have explained the cycle of the Mayan calender ending in 2012. Then the offensive line checked out and Adrian Peterson started dropping the ball. It looks like the Mayans may have gotten it wrong. Green Bay has always been my fall back team. Go Pack!

  2. December 30, 2009 11:37 am

    Go Pack!!
    (I saw that Gunnar, get back on your side of the River)

  3. Dex permalink
    December 30, 2009 3:38 pm

    Remember when all we could get on TV were the Packers and the Bears and occasionally the Colts, and the Vikings didn’t exist? Somehow all that was so much easier to take.

    • December 30, 2009 4:18 pm

      I remeber it well, the era that is. Mostly I remember Johnny MacBrown, Tex Ritter, Ken Maynard, Fuzzy St. John, and company. Concerning football, I remember the old man waxing long about Bronko Nagurski, learning the “Minnesota Rouser” from listening to the Gopher’s games on WCCO, and the NFL (the professional league) and the AFL (the guys that got cut at the NFL camps).

      As for the Pack — I do remeber Bart Starr, Paul Hornung, and Jim Taylor; and I was absolutely convinced that Jerry Kramer was a force of nature.

      I don’t recall much about the Colts — I was aware of Johnny Unitas, but that’s about all. It wasn’t until Art Donovan started to appear on late night talk shows that I developed an appreciation for those old Colts.

      — JM

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