Summary
The knowledge that I'd taken the Vikings prevented me from joining some friends to watch the game, because I knew the host would be living and dying with the Pack and I couldn't bring myself to take glee in his impending misfortune. Sure, I sent him a text late in the fourth quarter that was meant to console, but in my black heart the sting he was feeling couldn't compare to the point spread joy I was drinking in.
A lifetime of watching the NFL has confirmed to us that everything about the Vikings is to be despised. Some folks take pleasure in hating the Dallas Cowboys (put us in that camp too) and for us it's the Vikings. Cheering for them is akin to crossing sides in a snowball fight. Where I'm from, it's just not done.So, it's official. I've got a little point-spread Jones. Thankfully there's no money involved, just my street cred with the other NFL junkies that I talk to every Sunday and Monday. But I'm worried. What's next, flipping the cat in the air after a Tony Romo to Roy Williams touchdown pass? Say it ain't so.See the full content of this document
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Just Cover the Spread, Baby
We'll preface this week's picks by blessing the despised Vikings
For years people have told us the NFL is all about the action and late Monday night when the Packers were threatening to cover the spread, it hit me in the face like the hot garlic breath of my childhood math tutor Sister Maria.My eyes burned but the vision was clear -- the edge of p...See the full content of this document
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