The Roof Of the Viking Franchise Is Caving In

...literally.

The roof of the Minnesota Viking’s stadium couldn’t hold the weight of the snow on Sunday, and collapsed.

This would normally be funny; however, this particular Sunday the Vikings were playing the Giants…and it was televised…in Massachusetts.

The Giants are rarely televised in Massachusetts due to their conflicting schedule with a team slightly more popular in these parts, the New England Patriots.

Sigh.

So, instead of being able to watch the Giants crush the Vikings from the comfort of my parents’ couch on Sunday afternoon, I had to spend the majority of my Monday scrambling for ways that I could somehow figure out how my father would watch the game that night, whether it be via television/radio/morse code/smoke signals.

Long story short: the Giants Vikings game was not to be televised anywhere besides the New York and Minnesota territories. Gee, shocking.

My dad’s solution? Well, sit in the car and check to see if it is on satellite radio in the brand new jeep, of course!

So, at 7:20 PM, my father escorts himself to his car.

At roughly 7:25 PM, I run downstairs in a complete and total panic, half expecting my dad to be passed out from carbon monoxide poisoning, in a running car, in our garage.

Luckily, I found my dad in his car, outside, not on, safe and sound.

Watching the game in slippers and a plush blanket [with warm tea in hand] became sitting in a cold car in my driveway, lights off, staring at my warm, heated house.

At least I can say my father is, if nothing else, dedicated and resourceful [and also rarely affected by cold temperatures.]

This also explains why my parents make the perfect couple. My mother entertains herself by spreading yuletide cheer throughout the house and beyond, and my father hides in the car, yelling at Eli Manning via his satellite radio.