When I knew the peaceful norseman in grad school, here was a typical conversation with him: "Existentialism Extistentialism The Vikings Existentialism Randy Moss Randy Moss Existentialism The Vikings Existentialism Randy Moss."
So when he emailed me this week to suggest that I not do my prediction for this Viking game because I "seem to be jinxing the team," I said, "WTF, Mr. Superstitious? You don't believe in anything but hazard. Since when do you even use the word 'jinx'?" "Just to be safe," he says.
Fine. My nonviolent friend wants to hedge his bets ala Pascal. I won't do a prediction on your precious blog, lest the cosmos see it and destroy the Vikings. But your idols Mr. Sartre and Mr. Fowles would be very disappointed in you, if they weren't dead.
So no predicitions. Just this:
Fuck Vince Lombardi, Fuck Green Bay, Fuck Brett Favre, and Fuck the Packers.