I spent the last 4 hours biting my nails (don't worry, only a little), rocking back and forth a lot, screaming, groaning, and ... most significantly, watching the Minnesota Vikings lose in the playoffs to the Saints. The Saints did not win, we handed the game to them on a silver platter called "complacency" (i.e. two runs for no yards when we were at the outer edge of field goal range), "stupidity" (i.e. having 12 men in a huddle, after a time out in which you should have had the opportunity to get organized) and "desperation" (i.e. Brett Favre throwing a pick on third down because he needed so much yardage to get back in field goal range due to the runs for no yards and the penalty). ****SIGH**** It has been a LONG time since I have been as emotionally invested in a sporting event as I was tonight (and last weekend). We were SO close. And yet, here we are, season over, probably looking for a new QB unless Brett Favre decides that he wants one more shot, despite how much pain the game is clearly causing him.
Did I mention **SIGH** ?
Go Colts, I guess.
(in all honesty, colts are probably about my third favorite team in the league, but it still will be a letdown when it could have been the Vikings).