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August 18, 2009 - Jennifer Brookens
Yes, I am a "cheesehead" living in the land of the Vikings. I used to tell everyone who gave me a bad time, "If my husband - a rabid Vikings fan - can deal with it, so can everybody else." Now the question is: can I deal with that rabid Vikings fan?
Of course I'm talking about the whole Favre retired/not retired fiasco. Honestly, my support for the guy went away the first time he flip-flopped and went to a different green shirt team. Then when the whole "playing in purple" came up, it seemed as ridiculous as Van Halen getting back together. (But as music fans know, they did for a day and a half for some MTV awards show back in '96.)
So my main irritation today wasn't about the QB saga, but my husband bopping around, singing the SKOL VIKINGS song and being downright obnoxious about the whole thing. "Gee, the next four months just got more interesting for us didn't it," he chided. I'm already debating if I should try to move back in with my mother, or just find a rental until the season's over. It's not the football games, but my husband's melodramatic reactions to them. They win, he's the king of the world; they lose and a Charlie Brown cloud hangs over the household for the rest of the week. And sorry Vikes fans, but your team has had a consistant history of bringing the purple pride blues to our household.
And if Favre continues his flip-flopping via contract loophole or career-ending injury in warm-ups before his first home team appearance, I don't dare return the husband's cockiness or even say, "I told you so." Favre will go back to being a swear word instead of his brand-new BFF.
So ask me, as a cheesehead, what I think of the whole thing, all I can say is, "Pfft... whatever."
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