Welcome, Minnesota Viking fans, to the heart of darkness. There is no light at the end of this tunnel. No pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Just pain, misery, heartbreak and 8-8 seasons. If you tune in to this blog, you will come to know how my 35 years of existence on this earth have been tainted by my fandom, by a blind loyalty to a team than tantalizes, that teases, that brings you to the brink of ectasy, and then brings you crashing to the earth like a Chris Kluwe punt.
Would that I could leave them behind, erase the memory of Leo Lewis, Joe Senser, Scott Studwell, Fuad Reveiz, and the rest of the names that have used up all of my useful brain matter. But I am desperately, hopelessly trapped until I shuffle off this mortal coil and go the big Metrodome in the sky.
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. If you dare, you will be mortified by the horrible memories of past defeats and shocked at the misery yet to come.
Consider yourself warned. Tune in tomorrow, if you have the stomach.
