My husband and I donned our respective Vikings jerseys Sunday evening in anticipation. We decided to view the football game from home, rather than head to the pub or to a neighbor’s house, mostly because he had been out on a lake earlier in the day and gotten soaking wet, so he climbed into his favorite jammie pants when he got in the house and we were all comfy and settled in.
A few minutes into the game, after Brett Favre had gotten the snot knocked out of him several plays in a row, we both started to worry. After a handful of turnovers, we saw the writing on the wall. And at the end of the game, we both sat in silence, saddened by the loss.
Then I started thinking about it a bit.
Sports are for entertainment. Sure, the professional players get paid such obscene amounts of money that they should be able to cure diseases and solve world problems, but in truth, they are just there to entertain. They really don’t have another purpose.
The Vikings entertained this season, so they did their job. I had a darn good time following the team, cheering with friends and family, jumping around the living room hollering and high-fiving, watching my husband try to climb through the TV screen to have words with Brad Childress…what’s not to love about that kind of thing?
Some of the activities at our local pub during the football games were a hoot. There was great food, an occasional free beer after a touchdown, and the enjoyment that comes with being in a large group of people all cheering for the same thing. Synchronized cheers, groans and shouts at referees were just plain fun to experience.
From the semi-heated debates about the merits of Favre to the sight of my mom cheering when the Vikings went offside during a game a few weeks ago, it has all been engaging and entertaining.
The final game against the Saints was mind-boggling and exciting and kept us on the edge of our seats. The loss was tough, but we had fun during the game. If our neighbors had looked in the front picture window and seen us dancing around the living room in our jerseys and jammie pants during the first touchdown, they would have laughed. I know we did.
Yes, I would have loved to see the boys in purple at the Superbowl, but I’m not going to be too upset about the loss. Because it was a fun season.
So, thanks for the memories, Vikings. It was a good time. I’ll be waiting to cheer you on again next year.