Case Keenum didn’t break down, in fact, he posted a career year tallying 3,547 yard 22 tds and only 7 ints not bad for a falling off hubcap, but then week four, Dalvin Cook tears his ACL on a non contact football move and is gone for the season. The Vikings lose that game to the Lions 14-7 and that’s the season, it’s over, another year of what ifs. This is the second fracture of the campaign. The team rolls in to week five and limps out with a 20-17 win over Chicago, and then week six they catch fire. Anthony Barr injures Aaron Rodgers, Minnesota claims a 23-10 win and wouldn’t see another loss until week 13 against the Panthers losing 31-24, all the while quietly posting a historic season. Mckinnon and Murray silently post a 2nd place finish in regular season rushing for a running back tandem behind Jay Ajayi and Legarette Blount of Philadelphia. Case Keenum posts his remarkable year. The Vikings defense posts a 25.2 third down percentage the best the league has seen since 1991 when the Saints set the mark with 26.1 and in modern-day football that’s unheard of.
You can’t beat destiny, but you can break her heart. It still hurts….Minnesota rolled into Philadelphia the team of destiny. The first team to ever play a Superbowl in their home stadium, a historic defense, a miracle man in Case Keenum with enough offensive sidekicks to make the justice league jealous, it just seemed like a formality. The first drive the Vikings look like they are about to run rough shot over the Eagles and then, a bolt comes loose on the hubcap in tune of a pick six to tie it. Then another screw with a deep shot to Alshon Jeffrey…then the tire falls off the car goes crashing rolling flipping and diving and before you know it…its over. Heartbreak…it ends, and you’re numb, how could this team do what it did the week before and then have it come to this? Emotional hang over? Was Philly just that good? I say no to both. The Vikings just crumbled under the weight. In reality, they don’t go on that run and they shouldn’t have. In reality, as well I would know better than to let myself believe the hype, but in reality Minnesota is that pretty girl that you know is going to wreck your heart but you can’t help but go for it anyway. That’s the 2017-2018 campaign the records the memories and the miracles they’re all for nothing. What lasts is the hurt and the dark clouds the gray and lack of color. It’s mid February and I still can’t see an Eagle without being sick to my stomach, but that’s this game we play. I know this feeling all to well, being a Viking fan, but come April when Roger Goodell stands at that podium and he says with the 30th pick in the NFL Draft the Minnesota Vikings select. I will be there in my purple seeing all the colors soaking in the sun because no matter how many times I say I’m done I always come back for more. I’m not sure what 2018-2019 holds for Minnesota, hopefully a Superbowl birth. It will hold a few things I feel are guaranteed. The return of the prolific Dalvin Cook, an embarrassed elite defense looking to make a point with something to prove, another year in the west coast offense to see Rudolph, Diggs, and Thielen go off. Who gets them the ball? Will it be the restored Porsche? The Geo Metro missing a wheel, how about the Camaro salvage from wreckage rebuilt and left under the tarp. Whether its Sam Bradford, Case Keenum, or Teddy Bridgewater, or maybe a rookie, whoever it is I will love this team, because whats love without a little heartbreak in between?
– Matt Corum (Guest Writer)