They call him Purple Jesus. The best player in the NFL, period. My boys actually have a solid shot at one hell of a fun and rewarding season thanks in great part to this guy, and he is super fun to watch. That's right, I'm talking about #28 Adrian Peterson, star running back, and master ground-pounder.
It's sort of frustrating watching him play. He gets so many handoffs that you almost get convinced that he's lost his touch after he bounces off the tackles for the 9th time in a row. But then some poor DB looks the wrong way for juuust a second. And just like Keyser Söze... *poof* he's gone.
A cool video after the jump. (so jump, you!)
I look to my father for having quite effectively brainwashed me into being a Minnesota Vikings fan. But what could he do? He actually LIVED there, and had no choice. I, on the other hand, haven't spent more than five consecutive days in Minneapolis. So I have spent my entire life cheering for a team in the midst of a crowd of people who think I'm pathetic for doing so. But I have a son now, and I realize how impossible it would be for me to NOT infect him in some way... so I do not begrudge my pop for this legacy.
Well, there was that '98 NFC Championship game against Atlanta. I blamed him them. Oh yes, did I blame him. Fox Sports ranked that game as the "Third Most Exciting NFC Championship Game Ever". A label that is only cool if you are on the winning end of it. The TV room in my first house can attribute to the horror that ensues when you are on the losing end of it. Scarred drywall, bitten pillows, shards of my remote control strewn everywhere, the dog and wife hiding in fear in an upstairs closet... you get the idea...
But now. NOW. At least for now I can have some fun in the usual Vikings-comfort-zone of anticipation that every Vikings fan knows. You know it because it's the only place you have ever truly been satisfied with your team. In your mind. In your hopes and expectations. In those myriad iterations of seasonal progression that play out in your head that ultimately end in yourself, dressed in purple, hoisting aloft a Gatorade-splashed Lombardi. Only now, we have <-- this guy. And that guy --> And more other guys that likely deserve mention more than this guy -->that make this team really something special.
So let's pray for some strong ligaments, and a few moments of sanity from our fearless leader, Chili, to run a solid playbook for a change. (Seriously, Chili? An onside kick for the opening kickoff? That call is like my dad's plaid golf pants in the 80's. HE thought they were a good idea... most of the rest of the world might have had other ideas.) But with solid calls, and a bit of good luck... maybe... just maybe... I might find myself cashing in on a long-standing agreement I have with my wife for what happens at halftime of a Minnesota Vikings Superbowl.
I leave you with the clip that gives me hope. It's a clip that bashes the hopes and dreams of every Linebacker, Safety and Cornerback in the NFL. Just watch Purple Jesus go!
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