Post by Brandon on Mar 27, 2021 14:49:29 GMT -6
I can understand why this guy was so upset. In 1986 Vikings were leading until the last seconds Browns kicked a field goal to win. I was so angry and kicked the dog’s rawhide bone. The bone nearly hit my wife’s face. She was sitting on the couch knitting. About 6 inches from her face. There was a hole in the wall. This emotion and rage got best of me. I just lost it. She kicked me out of house to cool off. I walked around the block. Every game day my wife and kids were afraid. After each game they were checking on me how grouchy or very happy I was. While I was walking around the block, I realized that my OCD with Vikings could have done to my wife and kids. When I came to the house, I asked for their forgiveness. I told them I would never do again ever. To this day I still keep my words.
See, I am that way from the opening kick to the final gun. But, I have an uncanny ability to turn it off right away.
I go outside and mow the lawn, or rake the leaves, pull some weeds...heck, just go for a jog and listen to the whine lines. And I feel fine, I actually feel sorry for the people calling the whine lines and taking it so hard.
It's not that I don't care, I care a lot, but I can't see how fuming about a football game I didn't play in, and have no control over will help. Every one of my "Fire Zimmer, cut Cousins, leave the OL on the tarmac, f$&k everything" posts-with the rare exception-comes before the game is over and then I get on with my life.
That's where I am since the '98 NFC Championship. After going insane over that one I've given up on getting angry like that. If it starts going south I just turn it off and move on. I love this team and want them to do the best, but refuse to let them ruin my life.