The wait was nearly unbearable; you could feel the anxiety, the excitement. All of it building, building as we waited for our boys – no, not the ones from Dallas, they had already pranced onto the field and were taunting the crowd and showboating in typical Cowgirl form. Then it came – that sound, once for me a tone that indicated trouble or defeat, now a glorious sound symbolizing triumph and victory - the Vikings' horn. Game on.
Would the Vikings lay an egg on the heels of a 2-3 end to the regular season? Would Favre fail in the playoffs? Are the Cowboys as good as the experts hype them to be? All of these questions were answered with exclamations from the Vikings and the book on the divisional round slammed shut after a 34-3 trouncing of Jerry Jones’ crew. Go home, Tony Romo and Co.; today’s is the Vikings’ day. For someone with a fear of flying, even the plane ride back to good old Wisconsin was enjoyable on this day. High fiving fellow Vikings fans through security and strutting to my gate in a purple and gold #4 jersey with a grin on my face was the icing on the cake. Not even looking to next week; time to enjoy this one for a while.
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