A furore normannorum libera nos domine*

Friday before the big game, I'm sure you're as excited as I am. Driving around today, it's all people are talking about. At breakfast our waitress asked "So, you guys Vikes fans?" (in an accent that would make Marge Gunderson proud.) In fact, Prince has recorded a Vikings "hymnal" for Sunday's game (click here); yeah, it is kinda weird and not really "Prince" but the lyrics aren't bad and hey, Prince is a Vikes fan, love it. Whatever.

As for the game - I still like us, I like us a lot. And I also like the fact that this blog, the members of FTLOSBW, has come together and shed our negativity for a common cause (while maintaining 100% of our superstitions.) RTS - I won't text you with results good or bad, the game will be yours to watch in its entrity, you've earned that much (I'm not speaking for DTK.) Sure, Ray Edwards and Kevin Williams are battling knee issues and Percy (please, please, please, please God heal Percy) is having migraines again but I'm still feeling positive and optimistic - two emotions that I can't say I've had about this team, well, since ever. At this stage of the "game" talent usually wins out and I think we are more talented, collectively, than the Saints.

Fire it up. Fire it up, big time.

The Viking Prayer

Lo, there do I see my father
Lo, there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers
Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning
Lo, they do call to me
They bid me take my place among them in the Halls of Valhalla
Where the brave may live.
Forever.

* From the fury of the Norsemen, oh Lord, deliver us