A coming of age story about a young man learning to sit on his couch, drink beer, and yell at his television.
The year was 2009. The world was in recession. The new Star Trek was released. And Brett Favre, long-time quarterback of the Green Bay Packers, joined the Minnesota Vikings. After a stellar 12-and-4 season, the Vikings and Brett Favre lost to the Saints in the NFC Championship game, missing a chance to go to the Super Bowl for the first time in 32 years. Now, 8 years from that game, the Vikings host the Saints in a brand-new stadium, with a new coach and a new quarterback.
It’s funny to realize what we become over time. Not that long ago, I paid no attention to pro sports. I’ve recently wondered whether I simply got tired of seeing the Vikings lose time and time again or if my high school band program’s beef with the sports teams rubbed off on me. Perhaps my attendance at a division 1 school who at the time had the worst losing streak in college football led to my disinterest. Whatever the cause, I’ve noticed a problem with my behavior while watching the Vikings and wondered how it got like this – how could it have ever gotten this bad.