Well, that fucking hurt.

The Vikes managed to wrangle defeat from the arms of victory once again, as they lost the NFC Championship game in overtime. Simply put, being -4 in the turnover battle rarely spells victory, even when you out gain the other team 475-225 in regulation time. Hell of a game though, and hell of a season. I'll take that game anytime over the 41-0 drubbing of 9 years ago.

I watched the game solo at the venerable Famous Sports Pub. I sat next to some old timer who told me a joke which he said was a "Minnesota Joke." So a blonde walks into a bar and the bartenders says, "Anheuser Busch?" The blonde replies, "fine, and how's your penis?" Brilliant.

Watched the end of the AFC game. Jets hung in there, but in the end Manning and Co. put it away. Much to the glee of 2 douchebag Colts fans behind me.

Here's my summary of the Vikes game: Yes, fuck, yes, fuck. yes, fuck. Halftime. Fuck, yes, fuck, yes. MFMFMFMFMFMFMFMMFMFMFMFMF. OT. F-U-C-K. Somewhere in that time I put away about 55 dollars worth of Stella and managed to mess my cellphone up by spilling beer on it. Got home and passed out.

It'll take a few more days to get beyond ruminating on this one, but life goes on. The Vikes gave us a hell of a ride this year.

LET'S GO HOME TEAM IN PURPLE!!!