I’ve been a Minnesota Vikings fan for years and watching them over the past 21 years of my life I’ve seen some of the best games (I.E 2009 Week 3 vs SF) and I’ve seen some of the most heartbreaking losses (January 2010 NFC Championship vs NO). But man January 10, 2016 seems to take the cake, at least in my lifetime. Number 3 seed Minnesota Vikings versus the two time defending NFC Champions Seattle Seahawks in the Wild Card Game. After not going to any Vikings game since the 2012 Week 17 vs Green Bay Packers (mostly due to constant working), I decided it was time to make the old trip back to watch my beloved Vikings disappoint me one more time. Frankly, I had a good idea we weren’t going to win the game I mean come on they were facing the Seahawks. A team that was one yard away from being back to back world champions, they were red hot coming in with QB Russell Wilson destroying everything and everyone in his path, and frankly the Vikings offense was as effective as Antonio Cromartie’s condoms.
However the one thing that was going in our favor was the weather: negative 20 degrees. That’s the reported wind chill for the game but honestly if you were at the game, you would’ve thought it was -80. My feet were so frozen that I had to hop up and down just to try to keep myself warm as if the little exercise would keep my body warm (it didn’t).
Anyways, the weather worked in our favor. For the most part, the Seattle offense was nonexistent. For three quarters we held our own versus the Seahawks. 9-0 lead as we entered the final quarter but call me crazy but I knew we were going to lose, I just knew it. Memories of that Favre/Peterson exchange going bad and leading to a fumble inside the 5 against New Orleans Saints in the 09/10 Championship game just flew back. The memory of crying myself to sleep as I replayed Garrett Hartley making a 40 year field goal to seal the deal for us flew right back. I didn’t know how but we were going to lose. It’s like knowing you’re to get punched but the agony of watching and waiting for it to happen is the worst part.
After what seemed like 20 secs, we went from up 9-0 to down 10-9. Although already seeing this story again, it didn’t make it any less painful. I had to sit (freezing my butt off) and watch as we found another way to lose an important playoff game. But just like that, we drove the ball down the field to around “field goal range” and I thought to myself “oh shit we might actually win this game, we might actually FUCKING win this game”. I let myself believe again, my bad.
And in came Blair Walsh, a man who I barely even knew was on the team (sorry but I don’t pay attention to special teams as much as I should) to come fulfill my dream and send us to Arizona to face the #2 seed Cardinals.
-Beyonce: “To the Left…To the left…To the Left
Funny thing is I (just like 15 other people in my section) thought the kick was good. I laughed hysterically, screamed, jumped up and down (and not just for warmth) and thought “WOW WE ACTUALLY DID IT. HOLY SHIT”. It wasn’t until I looked on the field and saw Seattle players celebrate did I realize “OH NO”!!!! I yelled things that I probably shouldn’t ever repeat, I called Blair Walsh things I wish I could take back and as I walked back to the train to get myself home I had one thing and one thing only in my mind.
“Ha! At least we beat the spread”.