I'm glad you brought it up.
Tonight at about 8:20, many of us that have spent the day feasting and appreciating the many blessings which we enjoy will begin to
watch a football nightmare unfold. Many of us, along with our playoff hopes, will not survive the grisly carnage that will ensue
The Vikings fans, drunk on mead and tryptophan will be filled with a savage bloodlust. Kirk Cousins, that goofy cornball, will channel
Ragnar Lothbrok - a warrior King whose flaming arrows will all hit their mark. Justin Jefferson's tender turf toe will be healed by the Goddess Freya
using a poultice of magic mushrooms and fjord moss.
Minnesota's HC, a banished son of Belichick, will take counsel from a mystic seer who will fill O'Connell's head with strategic dreams
that will lead his enemies into diabolical traps that will forever be celebrated in song and lore as the Valhalla Visions.
Meanwhile, the Vikings Defense will take to the longboats and slam into our hapless, decimated Offensive line like a purple maelstrom.
Mac Jones will lay down his shield in fear and beg for mercy, but there will be none forthcoming. The crazed horde will bellow in triumph as
our own skinny goober QB is put out of his cowardly misery with a ritual blood eagle ceremony at halftime. If he lasts that long.
Hear the echoes of the war horn. It seems to come from everywhere, from nowhere. They are coming for us.
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