My grandma gave me Madden as a Christmas present when I asked for a football game when I was 14 or so. The **** in Game obviously deliberately took advantage of her and wanted to get rid of some madden copy. I turned it on and was immediately asked who my team was. I have no connection to any team or any state in America so in a stroke of genius I thought I’d let the team pick me and “fate” decide. I shut my eyes turned away from the screen and held down on the controller and counted to 100 and let go of the controller opened my eyes and there it was, the Vikings. I had never heard of them, I only knew a handful of teams by name at that time, but hey the universe had decided this was the team for me.
I did t really start following the NFL until I went to uni 5 years later, but stuck with the Vikings. Surrounded by Patriots/Steelers/Packers fans all ripping the piss I stayed strong. **** up after **** up from this cursed team and I stayed loyal. It was only after watching Walsh miss from 25 yards, a kick I’d expect an under 11 soccer player to make, that I (again) questioned why the universe ****ed me over all those years before. It finally hit me. It wasn’t the ****ing universe or fate. The Vikings begin with V and are last alphabetically. The list when you pick teams must not have just scrolled on and on, the ****ing game just stopped when you had gone through all the teams once and the Vikings are last alphabetically. I was sat there counting to 100 with my eyes shut like a bell end while it was just stopped on the Vikings. This is what I have to tell myself now to not admit to myself that I too am super cursed