It believe this was the first of many times in my life I was told to relax or be quiet or to settle down while watching the Vikings. In time I would follow Skeddy's lead and leave the room, cover my ears and go "blablooblablooblablooblabloo" over and over until the winning kick or pass or run was thrown and kicked or whatever. In hindersite, that was pretty stupid. My mother shut the TV off on me once when I was about 13 or 14 because I through a shoe at the TV during a Packers game. I had to beg her and make a number of unreasonable promises to get her to let me turn it back on. There are some that might say this behavior is ridiculous, but I call it passion. And passion is a good quality, regardless of how it makes us act.