First, he was booed. Then he was trolled. The only way Kirk Cousins’ return to Minnesota could have gone any worse is if the friendly neighbor who used to snow blow his driveway stopped taking his calls.
Sometimes homecomings provide magical moments that invite warm emotion and nostalgia. Cousins had a bucket of cold water dumped over his head.
His tone and body language afterward gave the appearance that he had just guzzled a glass of rotten milk.
“Disappointing day,” he said.
The enduring image of his personal nightmare came late in the fourth quarter, when the Vikings’ runaway 42-21 win over the Atlanta Falcons was nearly complete.
The gigantic scoreboard at U.S. Bank Stadium flashed Sam Darnold’s passing stats while Cousins was on the field racking up meaningless yards in garbage time as Vikings fans roared with delight.
It was a twofer celebratory ovation.
Their guy was fantastic. And their previous guy wasn’t.