No, I'm not happy here. If you can't see the score, it's 31 to 7 about about the get even worse.
I feel bad for Vikings fans. They're so loyal and enthusiastic and they come so close every few years, but can't quite get to the big game. I feel bad for the 99-year old woman who just wanted to see her team win. I feel bad for the 50 year old guy who's been a fan since he was a kid and has never seen them win the big one. I feel bad for the 45 year old woman who doesn't remember her team ever even being in the Super Bowl.
If you're a fan no matter what, good for you. But personally, I'll never understand the undying loyalty to a team that just can't seem to get it together when it counts. Different players, different coaches, and even different owners, and still, they just can't get it done. Why would anyone be loyal to a team like that? What do you owe them? Still, part of me understands. You love football, and you sure ain't gonna cheer for the Packers, AMIRIGHT?
So we move on and look forward to something else. The Super Bowl has lost some of it's glimmer after this loss, but I hope you still get a chance to enjoy the fact that your city is hosting and get to some of the festivities downtown!
Here's the rest of my weekend in five photos:
Friday night, Susan and I went to a brew pub and played our favorite, Rummikub. We both have about the same win percentage so it's fun.
If nothing else, I got a ton of exercise this weekend. I was on the treadmill Friday night.
And on Saturday night, I got so bored being alone (Susan's in Vegas and Carson was with friends) that I went to Lifetime and did 30 minutes on the eliptical and 45 minutes on the treadmill while listening to a podcast Falen recommended called, Dirty John. It's pretty good and you should check it out along with MY podcast, Take a Shower, Show Up on Time and Don't Steal Anything.
But I blew it when I came home and had pizza while watching Mad Max: Fury Road. BTW, what a crap movie. It's ALL special effects and no one cares about the characters or the story. It was the second time I attempted to watch this shit show and also the last. I put in a DVD of Ingrid Goes West about a lonely middle America girl who becomes obsessed with an Instagram star and moves to California to meet her. She steals her dog and then "rescues" it for her and becomes her friend, until the Instagram star realizes what a nutjob she is. It's tragic, it's funny and it's a good reflection of the obsession we have with social media.
I know it was a tough weekend. What an emotional roller coaster from last week's Minneapolis Miracle to this, but get your fucking chin in the air. Tomorrow's another day.