[Duke41]

Over the last few days there has been a video of Vikings fans absolutely losing their minds over their team making the NFC Championship. Their pure joy and enthusiasm is uplifting and shows the real power of sports to make people happy. When the Pats beat the Rams in the 2001 Super Bowl my cousin, Bobby and I just stood there with are jaws on the floor between the moment the kick sailed through the uprights and the ref signaled good. Then we lost our F-ing minds. I lifted my 7 year old son Evan up and whirled around the room with him and then we all ran in circles outside, whooping and screaming with glee. Our celebration was epic. Now when the Pats win its like Ward and June Cleaver sitting at the breakfast table. Ward snapping the paper "Oh look June, the Patriots have made the AFC Championship again." June "Thats nice Ward, Oh that reminds me Beaver wants to have Lumpy over to watch the game, if we are home."
The football Gods at the top of Mount Olympus have for some inexpiclable reason decided to bless all of us with a virtual overflowing banquet of amazing comeback victories, key plays, a record breaking coach and quarterback. We are stuffed and have hit that buffet line time and time again. As we sit in our chairs losening our collective belts and reaching for the rollaids the rest of the league is peeking thru the windows like orphans.
Will there be a reckoning some day, ask King Louis of France. Yes, some day the commoners are going to smash thru the gates and rain hell down on us. But until then lets hit the buffet again, although filled to the brim I am still hungry.