Amazing how a run of bad luck can completely change one’s
outlook on a season.
When this season started, I was so excited that the Vikings
got to play on basically every major holiday; they were going to cause
Halloween havoc against the Bears, they were going to have roast Lions
alongside turkey for Thanksgiving, and best of all, they were going to give
their fans a very merry Christmas Eve by potentially taking the Lambeau game
for a second straight year.
Did any of that happen, and will any of it happen? No and probably not.
I’m really starting to think Winter Park was built over some
kind of sacred burial ground. An injury
list that would read like a V.I.P. guest list if the Vikings were nationally
relevant and a starting quarterback who destroys his knee without even trying
in one of the most fluke-ish ways imaginable.
Every other team in the NFL makes finding a franchise quarterback look
easy, except maybe Cleveland. The
Vikings finally get one, and wouldn’t you know it, he may never play again. Darn the luck.
Chalk up tonight’s Dallas game as one that looked very
exciting and even winnable when the season started. Not anymore.
The Cowboys are a juggernaut this year.
They have found the next Adrian Peterson and Dak Prescott ain’t too
shabby, either. This wouldn’t be that
big of a problem if the Vikings were still good. But they aren’t. How many more “save our season” games can the
Vikings blow before there’s no more season left to save?
The only real hope is that this Vikings team has one more
sucker punch left in them. Indeed, with
the way the NFL is, one punch could be all it takes, and we could be looking at
an 11-5 team when the end of the season rolls around.
But then I remember this team is cursed. Maybe it’ll lift when the Vikings move their
operations to Eagan.
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