I don’t even know what to say about last night’s Vikings game against the Cardinals. What a disaster! After watching the Redskins almost defeat the Saints and the Giants beat the Cowboys 31-24, watching the Cardinals cream the Vikings — given our previous streak — was like accompanying a Hennessy Beaute du Siecle Cognac with a Swisher Sweets Cigar. (Sure, smoking references are so passé; but either would surely make you gag.) The Vikings were outplayed in offense, outplayed in defense, outplayed all around. The Cardinals dominated us. With just three interceptions in the first 11 games, Favre was picked off twice (almost four times!) and sacked three times. Yes, three times! And to top it off, Henderson broke his femur. Gruesome.
Watching the Tweets come in was gruesome, too.
“WTF are you doing you stupid motherfuckers?” “Did they leave their defensive (and hell, their offensive) skills at the dome?” “I can’t throw a completion to my own team worth a shit so might as well try for the other team instead.” “Classic Favre.” “So this is the Favre they warned us about… ” “Ooh they keep batting down passes. Whooptie fucking shit. Let’s stop them from scoring instead. Fucking worthless millionaire douchebags.” “The MPLS PD was supposed to put the restrictor chip in the BMW not in Adrian.” (A little funny, at least.) “Brett Favre is finally playing like a Viking.” (Not funny at all!) “More classic Favre.” “First Tiger, now Favre, it’s a hero meltdown.” “Favre is not in this game. He can join Peterson in owing us pushups everytime he fucks up.” “Dear Vikings: You’re not why I left Minnesota, but you definitely make it easier to stay away.” “Sadly – Vikes all looking as old as Favre tonight….” “What’s up with the viqueens?” “Our Vikes are getting slapped around like Tiger on Ambien.” OK, that one is funny; but @billhelm was right in his assertion, “I need to stay off Twitter when the Vikings are losing. A lot of you are so goddamn fairweather.”
Tough game, but in the end… we were outplayed. Right? What say you? Did we suck, or were they just on us?
Hence the term “any given Sunday.”



Latest comment — bluzmeister: I meant roughing the passer. Time to get to bed....:-)