01-18-2018, 03:17 AM
On Sunday, I was as nervous as one can possibly be about this game. I thought I would cook something and asked my wife if she minded if I make a low-country boil. The family loves it. For those of you who don't know what this is, ironically, it is more of a New Orleans thing (or at least Southern coastal) that apparently came about from a Confederate general who wanted to feed his troops. (See here: for how to make -- I add oranges).
I went to Publix (the supermarket) to get the ingredients and while I was at the meat counter getting the shrimp and crab legs, "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince comes over the speakers of the supermarket. This isn't typically something I would hear in the supermarket, which plays more mellow tunes. I couldn't believe my ears and as the butcher was talking to me about the football game -- I said "This has got to be a sign!" Call me superstitious, but I had this really good feeling come about me.
I was wearing my Vikings jacket and as I went into the parking lot, a man yells to me, "Excuse me, sir! Excuse me, sir!" as I was putting the groceries in my truck. He points at my jacket and asks, "Are you a Vikings fan?" I said, "yes, I sure am" and he said "me too, I grew up in Rochester, MN" and moved here to Georgia.
Somehow, this series of events had me really feeling good the whole way through the game. I decided to be positive, no matter the circumstances, throughout the game. I prayed as well, continually, and especially toward the end.
That last play. I have probably watched it a hundred times and listened to Paul Allens radio call even more. As long-suffering Vikings fans, we have been heart-broken so many times in the past. This game, this team, the sign(s), the prayers -- what a happy day.
I looked at my son, wearing his Kendricks jersey, literally with tears in his eyes. This "Minneapolis Miracle" as PA called it, was just that.
SKOL
I went to Publix (the supermarket) to get the ingredients and while I was at the meat counter getting the shrimp and crab legs, "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince comes over the speakers of the supermarket. This isn't typically something I would hear in the supermarket, which plays more mellow tunes. I couldn't believe my ears and as the butcher was talking to me about the football game -- I said "This has got to be a sign!" Call me superstitious, but I had this really good feeling come about me.
I was wearing my Vikings jacket and as I went into the parking lot, a man yells to me, "Excuse me, sir! Excuse me, sir!" as I was putting the groceries in my truck. He points at my jacket and asks, "Are you a Vikings fan?" I said, "yes, I sure am" and he said "me too, I grew up in Rochester, MN" and moved here to Georgia.
Somehow, this series of events had me really feeling good the whole way through the game. I decided to be positive, no matter the circumstances, throughout the game. I prayed as well, continually, and especially toward the end.
That last play. I have probably watched it a hundred times and listened to Paul Allens radio call even more. As long-suffering Vikings fans, we have been heart-broken so many times in the past. This game, this team, the sign(s), the prayers -- what a happy day.
I looked at my son, wearing his Kendricks jersey, literally with tears in his eyes. This "Minneapolis Miracle" as PA called it, was just that.
SKOL