3 Cheers for Ltrey!
The Vikings are a painful team. In the last 10 years theyâ€™ve lost a heartbreaking NFC Championship game by an overtime field goal and another by a 41-0 deficit, theyâ€™ve missed the postseason on the final play of the final drive of the final game and have missed the playoffs three other times. They have taunted us with Pro Bowlers and perennial Hall of Famers that never win the big one, and they have drafted busts that never have the opportunity to win the big one. Yet we as fans keep coming back. If a wife or a girlfriend treated us this way, thereâ€™s no way weâ€™d still be around. Imagine dating a girl for years, becoming engaged and being dumped on the wedding dayâ€¦.twice! Personally, Iâ€™d be gone so fast her head would spin. But weâ€™re still here on PP.O and weâ€™re still rooting for them every Sunday. What is the reason for this madness? Why do we put ourselves through such torment? It has to be the Purple Pride.
Purple Pride isnâ€™t something that is quantifiable. Itâ€™s one of those things that you either have or you donâ€™t. Most men get picked on for wearing purple, but for some reason we wear it proudly on our shoulders. Itâ€™s something that only Vikings fans know and very few others understand. Itâ€™s something that Bud Grant, Carl Eller and Mick Tinglehoff had, but itâ€™s something that the Randy Mossâ€™s and Daunte Culpepperâ€™s of the world will never understand. Itâ€™s something that not even the man who coined the term, Red McCombs, could fully grasp, and itâ€™s certainly not something that any legislator or politician â€œworkingâ€ for a stadium can understand. Itâ€™s a feeling of admiration for the people who have worn the Vikings uniform in the past and itâ€™s a feeling of respect for those that wear it now. Itâ€™s a swelling of hope in your heart and in the pit of your stomach. Itâ€™s a voice that says to you, â€œMaybe this year.â€ Maybe itâ€™s the same thing a Steelers or a Cowboys fan feels for their team, but I guess weâ€™ll never really know. What I do know is that it is a special feeling, and itâ€™s something that I wouldnâ€™t give up for most things in the world.
I, like most Vikings fans, will never know what it is like to pull on a jersey on Sunday and compete for a Super Bowl title. What I do know however is what itâ€™s like to pull on a jersey on Sunday and root my jiggly butt off for my team. So when things go south, when we go on losing streaks, or we miss the playoffs, or our collective hearts are broken again, donâ€™t worry my friends. As long as the Purple Pride is there, there is still hope. So as we face another season that may or may not be lost, wear your purple proudly and root for whoever is on the field and on the sidelines. Whether this team rides off into the sunset an unlikely champion, or it crashes and burns like so many Vikings teams before them, the Purple Pride will still be there in your hearts and in your minds when you wake up in the morning.