We asked for a Commenter Of the Week post from AZ Gopher Girl on her experience watching the Vikings crash and burn in person last night. We'd say the word "cranky" comes through loud and clear. AZGG?
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I don't really want to talk about it. But since you asked ...
Sunday Night Football games are great, aren't they? Four extra hours to tailgate, your team capturing the attention of a national audience against a formidable opponent, Faith Hill singing about your team to a Joan Jett tune while wearing hooker boots.
Imagine being completely sober, among thousands who are clearly not, after four extra hours of tailgating - a majority of whom are Cardinals fans, made more brazen by their team's Super Bowl run and said four hours of liquid courage.
Imagine also carrying the equivalent of a 2.5-pound butternut squash around in your nether regions, with arms and legs that thrash against your bladder as you stand in line for the bathroom for the fifth time that night. Then imagine attending said event with two drunken Viking-haters bent on obnoxiously cheering every purple misstep, when there are many.
Visualize then how you would like watching Brett Favre dance in the pocket like a scared chihuahua -- just when you were starting to kind of not hate his guts. You wouldn't want to talk about it either.
On the plus side:
