So tell me about your NFL Sundays?

I record the RedZone then head to Lawrence, KS to rendezvous with my dad at a sports bar with awesome NY-style pizza. Unless it's televised. Then I record and start watching half way through after spending the first half watching RedZone so I can ff through commercials.

@"FSUVike" said: I record the RedZone then head to Lawrence, KS to rendezvous with my dad at a sports bar with awesome NY-style pizza. Unless it's televised. Then I record and start watching half way through after spending the first half watching RedZone so I can ff through commercials.

Where in Lawrence? My son went to KU from 2012-2016 and we lived in Overland Park before we moved to Florida. Didn't you say you were a recruiter? Tech?

@"Vanguard83" said:

I watch every and all games....EXCEPT THE VIKINGS. (Them I record)But I watch the scores.

If we jump out to a big lead, I'll tune in.....If we are tight or losing, I won't.
If we win, I turn off whatever game I'm watching immediately and watch the recorded game.If we lose I delete the game. (Won't watch)

I've seen so many ways we've lost important games, I just can't take any more.I'm 52 and overweight...when I try to watch the Vikings my BP shoots to about 450/325

For example: The "minneapolis miracle"  Our TV was off...My wife was telling me the score updates.
When Saints went ahead with no time, I started doing something else...then she said "Wait.....Something happened""The Vikings scored...with no time left"  I rushed to find the remote, fumbling around for the channel.....got it in time for the replay and went apeshit.
The NFCC?   I haven't watched it

Whatever works for you I guess. But this seems oddly strange to me. It seems like one of the fundamental aspects of being a fan is watching the game (win or lose). I could understand turning off a game that was a blowing out the Vikes but to have it as a default seems strange. It's not like you don't keep track of the scores too which seems still stressful. And you didn't get to witness the greatest Vikings play live.

Believe me I've seen the good the bad and the ugly.

i think the worst day of my life was the Hail Mary only to find out Tarkentons father had died.  Horrible seasons, the drop at the goal line in Washington, '98, NYG, Arizona, '01...

I love this team, I just don't trust them. Why? History.

people may not understand, I get that....but my whole life I've been passionate about this hot little number called the Vikings....She teases me then leaves me...every year

@"Vanguard83" said: Believe me I've seen the good the bad and the ugly.

i think the worst day of my life was the Hail Mary only to find out Tarkentons father had died.  Horrible seasons, the drop at the goal line in Washington, '98, NYG, Arizona, '01...

I love this team, I just don't trust them. Why? History.

people may not understand, I get that....but my whole life I've been passionate about this hot little number called the Vikings....She teases me then leaves me...every year

But you still chase her....don't you want to be there when those proverbial sheets get wrinkled? 

@"JimmyinSD" said:

@"Vanguard83" said: Believe me I've seen the good the bad and the ugly.

i think the worst day of my life was the Hail Mary only to find out Tarkentons father had died.  Horrible seasons, the drop at the goal line in Washington, '98, NYG, Arizona, '01...

I love this team, I just don't trust them. Why? History.

people may not understand, I get that....but my whole life I've been passionate about this hot little number called the Vikings....She teases me then leaves me...every year

But you still chase her....don't you want to be there when those proverbial sheets get wrinkled? 

@"Vanguard83" said:

@"JimmyinSD" said:

@"Vanguard83" said: Believe me I've seen the good the bad and the ugly.

i think the worst day of my life was the Hail Mary only to find out Tarkentons father had died.  Horrible seasons, the drop at the goal line in Washington, '98, NYG, Arizona, '01...

I love this team, I just don't trust them. Why? History.

people may not understand, I get that....but my whole life I've been passionate about this hot little number called the Vikings....She teases me then leaves me...every year

But you still chase her....don't you want to be there when those proverbial sheets get wrinkled? 

Oh believe me....I'm there with her.....

I follow the action at a distance, and I DO watch and celebrate....its just always a few minutes behind the live action.

Everything would change for me with ONE Superbowl win.
I can stop holding my breathe, watch with an ease that I've NEVER seemed to have with this team, because I can always reflect on that one "magical" season they put it all together.
It's weird I know, but the MOST stressful thing in my life seems to have always been the Vikings.

The Vikings players, coaches, Rick, the Wilfs...they all need to read this thread. Do they have ANY idea what they put us through????? ;)
Seriously though, I can be in ANY state in this country and if I happen to be wearing anything Vikings I will always get 1 of 2 reactions:
1. First, the "poor girl she's in perpetual hell" look, that one where they get sad eyes and say something along the lines of "Ohhhh you're a Vikings fan..."
2. Second, and MUCH more common, I get the "Are you truly a Vikings fan or is everything else in your closet in the laundry?" or "HA! Vikings?! Good luck with that!!"....OR my PERSONAL favorite: "Vikings fan, huh?? Are you stooopid?? (99.999% of the time said by a Packers fan).
Sorry, went off the rails here a bit with this post...but back to the original question.
My Sundays up until this year were about getting logged into Yahoo an hour (or sometimes 7 minutes) before the games started at noon and making tweaks to my FF lineup. This was always nerve wracking and usually happened because although on Saturday night I would remind myself to check my lineup right away in the morning I quite typically forgot until around 11:53 a.m. on Sunday...As of last year, however, I did not get an invite to my FF league after 10 seasons, which was kind of a bummer, so my panic attacks are now strictly confined to Vikings games.
Jimmy, you are a dedicated foodie. I usually slap a box of cereal on the kitchen counter and tell my kid there's milk in the fridge :D On mornings when I'm more motivated (usually on Sundays after I drag my sorry butt to church) I will make bacon and eggs and either pancakes or French toast....or sometimes grilled "choose your meat" sandwiches, depending on how much of  that 7 minutes is left I referenced above.
When I watch the games, I don't usually have the luxury of doing it in the privacy of me and me alone. I have my son around (who puts his headphones on and watches YouTube) and/or my bestie who is a Cowboys fan and likes to yell YEAHHHH a lot. The games always cause me heart palpitations until we are either being blown out or are blowing someone out, which as any Vikings fan worth his or her salt knows rarely happens. I get headaches, my heart pounds, and my stomach is in knots. This is regular season stuff I'm talking about but it can happen during the preseason, too, which is rather disturbing. For the safety and wellbeing of the general public I NEVER watch the Vikings in public places. NEVER. On most game days my brother texts me several disparaging comments during the course of the game UNLESS we are winning. Then I don't hear from him at all...lol...  

a lot of talk about the wringer of emotions that one goes through and how wrapped up we get in the moments....(I might have already shared this)   that saints game with the big start, the let down, and the back and forth ending had me so confused emotionally (tortured would be a good description)... when I realized that Diggs was going to score I jumped up and screamed "GO!" at the TV, (scaring the shit out of Tuds new girlfriend,  shes still with him so it must be ok,  but I doubt she ever watches a game with me again)  and I spun around and promply put my fist through the wall.. (old house,  plaster and lathe... it was no love tap gone bad)  I to this day have no idea what made me do it,  but I had so many emotions running through me leading up to that moment I think they were just all getting released in one crazy ass moment.

(for the record I spend the rest of the night cleaning up the mess and I had the wall repair underway before bed time)

why cant they just whoop the shit out of a season and give us a year to remember... with our feet up the whole way!

@"JimmyinSD" said: a lot of talk about the wringer of emotions that one goes through and how wrapped up we get in the moments....(I might have already shared this)   that saints game with the big start, the let down, and the back and forth ending had me so confused emotionally (tortured would be a good description)... when I realized that Diggs was going to score I jumped up and screamed "GO!" at the TV, (scaring the shit out of Tuds new girlfriend,  shes still with him so it must be ok,  but I doubt she ever watches a game with me again)  and I spun around and promply put my fist through the wall.. (old house,  plaster and lathe... it was no love tap gone bad)  I to this day have no idea what made me do it,  but I had so many emotions running through me leading up to that moment I think they were just all getting released in one crazy ass moment.

(for the record I spend the rest of the night cleaning up the mess and I had the wall repair underway before bed time)

why cant they just whoop the shit out of a season and give us a year to remember... with our feet up the whole way!

HaHa...you crazy man. That was amazing though. Let me tell you about that game at my house. After the Saints went ahead I looked at my wife and shook my head. She got my grandson and the 2 of them went in the back room and put a movie in the DVD player. Give me my badly needed space she's learned I need after these kind of loses. Then...IT happened. I was screaming going out of my mind. Literally dropped to my knees. They both come running out of the back room. I'm there in the middle of the living room on my knees. Bad hip and all. "What happened"? I couldn't remember what I said but it was something incoherent I'm sure. Then I started to believe something is different. Maybe we are a team of Destiny this year. Then the next week reality. Yep it's destiny...of a Viking fan. Right back to never believe never get hurt. Ok new season lets roll. If you can't take the pain don't pick the Vikes. It's not easy if it was everyone would do it.

@"StickyBun" said:

@"FSUVike" said: I record the RedZone then head to Lawrence, KS to rendezvous with my dad at a sports bar with awesome NY-style pizza. Unless it's televised. Then I record and start watching half way through after spending the first half watching RedZone so I can ff through commercials.

Where in Lawrence? My son went to KU from 2012-2016 and we lived in Overland Park before we moved to Florida. Didn't you say you were a recruiter? Tech?

@"FSUVike" said:

@"StickyBun" said:

@"FSUVike" said: I record the RedZone then head to Lawrence, KS to rendezvous with my dad at a sports bar with awesome NY-style pizza. Unless it's televised. Then I record and start watching half way through after spending the first half watching RedZone so I can ff through commercials.

Where in Lawrence? My son went to KU from 2012-2016 and we lived in Overland Park before we moved to Florida. Didn't you say you were a recruiter? Tech?

Johnny's Tavern.  There's  one in OP now where I live so he sometimes comes here instead of vice versa.

And yes, I'm a Recruiter.

@"Vanguard83" said:

Everything would change for me with ONE Superbowl win. I can stop holding my breathe, watch with an ease that I've NEVER seemed to have with this team, because I can always reflect on that one "magical" season they put it all together. It's weird I know, but the MOST stressful thing in my life seems to have always been the Vikings.

In the scheme of things/life if the Vikings are your main stress then life is very good. 

Sunday football has always been such a part of my life. The social aspect with family and friends and the food. I love my traditional favorites, the Mexican food that represent me and mine but also some good BBQ and so many other culinary delights. Growing up, my brothers and sisters and I would compete to determine who could make the best main course or dessert.

Now Sunday football varies. Sometimes it's family and friends or one of the two. Sometimes it's watching in solitude. Sometimes it depends on the mood and who they are playing. But there is always cooking going on. I love experimenting with different flavors and ideas. It's either a lazy Sunday or I am productive as hell.

When I am at the game, I am tailgating and spending the day at the stadium. A good time is had by all. I usually meet someone from another country at the game. It's cool too because my section has become like a family. Although for some unknown reason, I felt the need to sit in the other end zone for the playoffs. I sat where Diggs scored. And I am always taking a boatload of pictures.

I am with you V83. Vikings football is that one guy. He is so charming and sexy. But I am so damn drawn to him, I can't get him out of my head. I have fallen hook, line and sinker and there's no turning back. There is no other. There's no substitute. I keep coming back for more.

I've been a season tix holder since the Moon era so 1/2 the games I am at the stadium. Got a great crew I go with and we're tailgating on the rooftop condo of one of my buddies about 8 blocks from USB. Free underground parking too.

Other 1/2? That varies. About 1/2 those games I am at a sports bar with friends. Other 1/2 am at home alone with my DVR and begin watching it about 1/2 way into the game. I cannot watch a game live on tv anymore. 

Bummer about that is I can't get on live chat here...

@"JimmyinSD" said: a lot of talk about the wringer of emotions that one goes through and how wrapped up we get in the moments....(I might have already shared this)   that saints game with the big start, the let down, and the back and forth ending had me so confused emotionally (tortured would be a good description)... when I realized that Diggs was going to score I jumped up and screamed "GO!" at the TV, (scaring the shit out of Tuds new girlfriend,  shes still with him so it must be ok,  but I doubt she ever watches a game with me again)  and I spun around and promply put my fist through the wall.. (old house,  plaster and lathe... it was no love tap gone bad)  I to this day have no idea what made me do it,  but I had so many emotions running through me leading up to that moment I think they were just all getting released in one crazy ass moment.

(for the record I spend the rest of the night cleaning up the mess and I had the wall repair underway before bed time)

why cant they just whoop the shit out of a season and give us a year to remember... with our feet up the whole way!

I was 17 when Stabler, The Stork and Dah Raiduh's beat the over the hill Vikings in the 77 SB in Pasadena.

I cried after that game.

Still waiting - just one lord. That's all I ask for. 

I get this way right after the 4th of July holiday: ready to watch football. I love my Sunday football rituals, I really do. That morning low level nervous energy and excitement that builds until kickoff. My metabolism goes up a level during a Viking's game, its like a constant state of varying levels depending how it unfolds. 

@"StickyBun" said: I get this way right after the 4th of July holiday: ready to watch football. I love my Sunday football rituals, I really do. That morning low level nervous energy and excitement that builds until kickoff. My metabolism goes up a level during a Viking's game, its like a constant state of varying levels depending how it unfolds. 

Sunday football. Sunday Viking football I should say is ingrained in my DNA. I'm genetically programmed for it. Was born in Minnesota to a die hard Viking fan. Who sadly never lived to see the day. I may well share my fathers fate. That's ok I didn't pick them I was born to them. Can't pick your family right. Like family you grow up and move away. Hopefully you never lose touch. I never did 30 years removed from Minnesota still love my mom and sibs. Oh and my Vikes. About my Sunday ritual. My wife used to think I'm crazy. Now she knows it..haha. I am weird about rituals and routines. I wear the same watch every game day. It's a purple dialed with yellow makers 1960's Swiss winder. I carry the same purple bone handle Case pocket knife. My shirt can vary but always a Viking T-shirt or polo. Before big games I listen to Led Zep Immigrant song and Deep purple perfect strangers. It gets my nervous engery up. As I've aged the bad loses especially in the playoffs have not dragged me down like they did. In 1998 I was inconsolable for a week. Now like last year I take a walk and it's over. My only fear is sharing my fathers fate. I got time left but if this team assembled now can't get to the promise land then what?  Rebuild and maybe then in a few years? Life only gives you so many rebuilding years.