Credit where credit's due. Garrett's attachment to reality might be something severely less than loose on Sundays, but it takes a true dedication to fandom to continue deflecting blame to your team after your own irrational behavior. Me personally? I get hit with that wave of regret the second I'm picking up the Energizer's after a unpredictable remote and a lively couch cushion make for an unfortunate bounce. That's why I thought that we might get a very different (and potentially apologetic) G-man after the initial self-assurance that the play of a group of extremely talented strangers were at obviously at fault for the shattering of the table his girlfriend's family inherited from her grandmother. Turns out, I severely underestimated our boy here. He persevered right through that SKOL'ding and came out the other side unscathed. As long as you don't count the dozens of microscopic cuts that he undoubtedly collected in his palm while scooping up shards, the rationale that abject playoff failure calls for the destruction of the property of your significant other's parents pushed him right on through that shameful period of self loathing. As it turns out, the 'Minneapolis Miracle' was appropriately named, since the Vikings apparently had no earthly business playing for the right to represent the NFC. Good thing no one mentioned that to this kid as he continued fuming well into the late stages of a game that had already been all-but-over for what felt like 10 hours at that point. Pretty sure Garrett was more likely to keep a closed fist than an open mind when accepting the current state of his team.
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