After the early NFL games yesterday, I had a nice little post on the joys of Schadenball in the hopper (oh, I got a hopper--a big hopper). But after seeing the local eleven come out for the biggest game of the year and choke like mutts, it didn't seem quite as amusing. Okay, it's still kind of funny to imagine the Packer fans in the Twin Cities--who incessantly whine about not seeing Packer games on local TV--finally getting a chance to watch their beloved Pack and witnessing their utter destruction at the hands of their hated rivals, the Bears.
Maybe last night's Vikings embarrassment will quell some of the silly talk I've been hearing around town about possible scenarios where the Purple could reach the Super Bowl or speculating whether Childress should be considered for coach of the year (yes, I actually heard someone say something THAT stupid). The truth of the matter is--to borrow a line from Denny Green-- that the Vikings are who we thought they were. A flawed team with a good defense that's vulnerable to the pass and an offense that can run the ball lead by a quarterback who's clearly still not anywhere near ready for prime time (Why don't you try throwing off your back foot some more Tarvaris? It works so fuggin' well). The fives wins in a row--against mostly poor teams--was more of an aberration than a sign that this team was anything more than we previously thought.
If, as I expect, they go out to Mile High and lose to the Broncos nest week, they'll finish 8-8 which is an appropriate record for what is in reality a very average football team.
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