I have officially redefined obnoxious

Okay, first of all, perhaps I should define "obnoxious." I faithfully watch my Viqueens play every Sunday. I lose my voice from yelling at Childress so much for his coaching acumen (or serious lack thereof), I scare my poor puppies, I wear purple skivvies (for good luck), and I arm chair quarterback every, single minute of the game. And I do all of this from home. Every. Single. Sunday. Obnoxious? Yeah, most of the time. Devoted? You betcha!

Fast forward to The Dome in Minneapolis this past Sunday afternoon. Same drill sans the puppies, but live and with a bucket of popcorn. Yes, people were staring at me. Yes, my poor husband wanted to move to another seat. Yes, Childress still needs to be 86'd. And no, Frerotte is not the QB answer for the future of my poor Queens. But be still my little Viqueen heart ... I was AT the game ... at the Dome ... in a sea of purple and gold. For the very first time. And as ugly as I dare say it was, the Purple People Eaters put another check in the W column and are tied for first in their division.

I ate a braut. I had a beer. I watched them play football from the 49-yard line. I can so die happy now. ;)

p.s. Hey grill, tried calling you at half time but you didn't answer. How's come? heh heh heh