Push that rock up that hill, oh Sisyphus

Someone once wrote that "Hell is the impossibility of reason," that's what being a Vikings fan feels like, 'Hell.'

I was one person who did not get all lathered up during the offseason as we made a series of big time moves that made us a Super Bowl "front runner." All over Vikingsland people were calling in to radio shows saying this was the year, we finally have all the pieces of the puzzle, even with TJac we can go all the way. I thought "we're still the Vikings, right?"

Is it time to panic? No. Is it time to blame TJac for the loss? No (although he grades out at a 'C' for his game last night.) Is it a long, long season? Yes. Was that a game we should have, could have won? Yes. Do I hate the Packers? My God, more than ever.

One disappointment last night was my reaction after the game. You see, I spent 4 quarters in front of my t.v. with a calm demeanor. After big plays I wasn't too amped up or too bummed out. There were no hoots and hollers. I uttered the 'f' word only a handful of times. This was a big step in my maturation process. However, on a post game dog walk around the neighborhood with the better half I kind of lost it. I'm sick of losing. I'm sick of not ever being a "champion." I'm sick of the Packers. I'm sick of all the excuses. I'm kind of tired of being a Vikes fan and it's only week 1.

Next Sunday is suppose to be a beautiful day up here in Minny and as we enter Fall/Winter we all know how precious those are. Think I'll set my DVR and play a round of golf or mow the lawn or just stare directly at the sun.