If you know me in real life, you know there are two things I love most: my pups, and the Minnesota Vikings.
Every Sunday in Fall and Winter for as long as I can remember has centred around watching football. While I love the game and its many intricacies i have to admit it’s never just been about the plays or the scores: it’s been about the people, the stories and the experience.
In my family, we root for the underdog. I grew up hoping for the teams that couldn’t compete and the people that couldn’t win. We’ve watched year after year with our hopes being dashed, but our allegiance has never wavered.
On Sunday we watched as the underdog finally became a competitor, and we learned to never give up. We watched as a group of second and third choices did the unthinkable and bet a seasoned veteran and we learned that no matter your circumstances, and no matter how down and out you may be, there’s always a chance that things could suddenly swing in your favour. We learned that perseverance and hard work do pay off so long as you wait long enough. And finally, we learned that miracles do exist.