I have to admit something here: I drank the kool-aid. I went all in. I bought the ocean-front property in Arizona...
And speaking of Arizona, I need to thank the Cardinals for soundly WHIPPING my Vikes in every phase of the game. Believe me when I say, no one hates to see the Purple People Eaters lose more than me. Took me nearly a week after the Steelers game to utter more than just growls at passersby. We could've won that game. We should've won that game. And the lesson we learned? The Vikings are as good as anyone in the NFL, including the reigning Super Bowl champions. And so we beat up everyone between that game and this past Sunday night.
Then along come the Cardinals. They destroyed us on offense, defense, and special teams. Hey, my hat's off to those guys. I have no excuses. There isn't a single area or juncture in that debacle that I can point to and say, "Well, IF...". They beat us like a redheaded step child! No offense to any redheaded stepchildren reading this, by the way. The Cardinals showed us that you don't get to put the season on cruise control. People aren't going to lay down for us just because we've won 10 of 11(now 10 of 12). Teams aren't going to wilt and run away just because the whole world seems to be annointing us serious Super Bowl contenders surrounded by a league full of pretenders. And no one is going to let us win just because we have Brett Favre.
I, for one, appreciate the kick to the nads. I'd much rather take a shot to the pills now rather than later. I've experienced getting it later (i.e. watching the '98 team lose to the Atlanta Freaking Falcons!). Yes, I'd much rather take a severe beating now, while my team still lives to fight another day. I can say now, that after getting embarrassed the way we did on Sunday night, the Vikings will be bringing their A-game, every game, the rest of the way (they'd better!). I almost feel bad for the Cincinnati Bengals. ALMOST.
'Preciate the wake-up call, Arizona.