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Play that video at my fucking funeral. Maybe the Vikings will eat shit against the Eagles, or perhaps play in a hometown Super Bowl only to be vaporized by the Pats death star. Whatever man, I still have THIS. I just watched the play again for the 90th time and it still makes my face explode in a haphazard jag of tears and laughter. It’s like someone drilled a hole in my head and poured in a vat of Christmas-spiked heroin. I have no control over it. It’s the BEST. I enjoy being crazy. It’s liberating.

When the play happened, I screamed out OH MY GOD on repeat and dropped to the ground like I had just won Wimbledon. My asshole dog started barking at me because he thought I was angry. My daughter, who would NOT stop peppering me with irritating questions all game long, asked me, “Did they win?” Yeah, they won. My other kids just stared at me and laughed because I looked like an imbecile. I regret nothing. I made every incredulous fan pose, including:

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I did it all. Again, this never happens to the Vikings. Like other NFL never-haves, the Vikings tend to have historic shit happen TO them and not FOR them. They are often the purple canvas upon which other teams find their dreams rendered real and immortal. BUT NOT THIS TIME, MOTHERFUCKER. This time my team finally got a miracle to call its own. I don’t know if that’s worth sitting through 30-plus years of Denny taking a knee, and Nate Poole, and Antonio Freeman walking off with a TD catch of his own, and Blair, and 12 men on the field, and every other god awful thing that’s happened to this idiot team. But it kinda feels like it. Look at this video, man. Look at how goddamn happy everyone is.

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Sometimes sports have mercy. Sometimes sports pay you back. And I just hope that every Lions, Browns, Bengals, and Jets fan gets to have a little miracle of their own one day.

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But not the Eagles. I hope the Vikings fuck the Eagles up.