"Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears Looks the old man in his eye As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd In the name of God my father I fly His eyes seem so glazed As he flies on the wings of a dream Now he knows his father betrayed Now his wings burn to ashes to ashes his grave” - “Flight of Icarus” Iron MaidenEvery year as the heavy August air settles in around Mankato, tens of thousands of Vikings fans prepare for the next chapter. Every year we pull out our purple and we hope, we pray, we yearn for this to be the year, the year the Minnesota Vikings win the Superbowl. Since 1961, one of the most storied franchises in the National Football League has never won the big one, though we have been close. Very close. We have had some of the best teams in the history of football, teams that were destined to raise that beacon of NFL superiority, the Lombardi Trophy. We have enjoyed the highest of highs, and suffered through insufferable heartbreak. Like Icarus before us, time after time we fly too close to the sun, only to see all of our hopes and dreams spiral into flames. Our record breaking offenses, our “greatest of all time” players, our winning history, all of our greatest accomplishments can be shot down with one statement: “Oh yeah?! How many super bowls have you won?!” ` Zero. We have never won a single goddamn Super Bowl. And I take pride in that. The fact that we have not only never won the Super Bowl, but that we have been through more pain and torment than any other fan base makes us the strongest, most close knit fan base in the entire NFL. Most fans have the luxury of being able to rely on past success to feel better about their present situation, but that is a luxury we do not have. But what we do have is the passion, that underdog spirit that keeps telling us that our day will come. And when our day does come, it will mean more to us than any fans in any other year in history. We will appreciate it more. I remember January 17, 2010 as one of the coolest experiences of my life. Anyone who was at the Metrodome that day can attest to this. You could feel the soul of every Vikings fan in the air of the building that day. We were ready. It was our time and everybody knew it. The pain, anguish, and tears of every season past were released in the thunderous, violent screams of the crowd that day. It may sound cheesy but I really did feel connected with every person in my state that day. It is times like those that keep me going as a fan. Would that atmosphere have been as charged if we won the super bowl every 5 years? No! Generations of us have lived and died without seeing it. Thousands have dreamed to see the Vikings as super bowl champions before their lives were over, but have died before those dreams could come to fruition. Grandfathers, Fathers, and sons alike shed tears in 1998 and 2009. The fact is when we get there it will not merely be some forgotten team winning a random championship. It will be every fan who is alive or has lived who wins. The Carl Ellers of the world, the Chris Carters, the Adrian Petersons, and the Joe Schmoes from Minnetonka, we will all be the victors. How sweet will that parade be through the streets of Minneapolis one day? How amazing is it going to be in the downtown bars the night we take it all? It will be a great day. So as we prepare for what will more than likely be another stretch of irrelevancy and sorrow, let us remember this. It is our underdog spirit and our shared experiences of pain that keep us together. We should embrace our history as one of hope and loyalty. Our day in the sun will come, but until then, let’s remember just who the fuck we are. We are Minnesotans, and one day we will win the Super Bowl.