Instead of watching the Vikings play Detroit last Sunday, I went to the Renaissance Festival in Shakopee with my wife Sharon and my beagle, Sadie. Before I left, I set up my DVR to record the game and planned to watch it when I got home last night. I did my best not to monitor the game during the Renaissance Festival, but of course while we were eating ribs, someone had Ye Olde Radio on, listening to the game, so I couldn't help but hear the Vikes were up 20-to-nothing in the third quarter. I also heard Detroit narrow the margin to 20-to-10 before I stopped listening. We enjoyed the rest of the festival, and on the drive home we tried not to listen to any radio station that would give the results of the game and spoil it for me. However while scanning through the stations, I heard someone say "won their first game" and assumed the Vikings held on to win. While I was glad about that, I was still irked that the surprise was ruined for me. I got home around 10 and started watching the game, fast-forwarding between plays and over the commercials. I did indeed see the Vikings jump to a big lead, and watched in horror as the Lions roared back and tied it, and then took the lead...but I still knew (or so I thought) that the Vikings would win it, thanks to the little blurb I heard on the radio. To my dismay, my recording ended with 2:30 left in the game, so I went upstairs and turned on the computer, and learned the bitter truth...the Vikings blew it again and lost, in overtime. Now I want to know who the heck the clown on the radio was talking about!
By the way, avoid eating at the Ruby Tuesday's in Chaska at all costs...the tortilla chips were sculpted out of blocks of salt, the guacamole was bland, the pico de gallo was dry, and the salad bar was so cold you could preserve Walt Disney's head in there! The pasta and potato salads were like half-set cement, only not as tasty, and my hand got frost bite trying to (snow) shovel the lettuce and petrified vegetables onto my plate.