Sport makes whiners of us all. By "us all" I mean "you."
Sport is like golf -- in theory an exercise in relaxation, in reality a Taser to the soul.
If I hear one more Vikings or Twins fan complain that their team never wins championships, or one more Gophers fan or Wild fan complain they were robbed by the officials, I'm going to turn Cal Clutterbuck's name into an offensive anagram.
Meet the average fan, and the first two things they'll tell you are just how accomplished they are in the world of fandom ("I've been a Vikings fan since 2007!") and how wronged they feel because their loyalty has not been rewarded by a victory parade ("Why can't we just win it all every year?").
No one ever promised you a rose garden or a Rose Bowl. Well, Tim Brewster promised you a Rose Bowl, but if you bought that, you probably also own newspaper stock and are waiting for someone to meet your eBay "Buy It Now" price of $50,000 on your vintage '75 AMC Pacer.
Our airwaves are filled with complaints and paranoia regarding the local teams, but anyone with a little perspective would recognize that as we begin the new year, we're blessed with some of the best athletes and story lines in the nation. Consider:
A nice kid from St. Paul became the American League Most Valuable Player while leading the Twins to the playoffs and winning the third batting title ever earned by an AL catcher. Yes, Joe Mauer also won the other two, and he's about to sign a long-term contract extension that will dovetail with the opening of beautiful Target Field. He and buddy Justin Morneau gave the Twins two MVP Awards in four seasons.
The Twins completed a remarkable decade that transformed them from a pathetic last-place team into an organization that now hears complaints when they don't beat the Yankees in the playoffs.