You could cut the tension with a knife as Roger Goodell walked to the podium to announce which city had been awarded Super Bowl 52, to be played in 2018 barring zombie apocalypse.
Would it be New Orleans or Minneapolis? Indianapolis was already out of the running at this point, so suck it Jim Irsay.
Watch as Goodell makes the announcement. And one city’s war room erupts into squealing, high-fiving, incredibly awkward jubilation.
Congrats to the whole Minneapolis contingent. Congrats to the Wilfs. Congrats to the city of Minneapolis.
Most of all, congrats to the politicians who pushed through the new stadium despite all the concerns about financing. You people are the true heroes of this story. Without your efforts, there would be no new stadium, no Super Bowl.
There would just be the crappy old Metrodome slowly falling apart. And nothing for anyone in Minnesota to look forward to except the sweet release of death.
Think about it Minneapolis. You have a new stadium, a new quarterback and a Super Bowl. And winter is finally over.
And the Twins…okay, let’s not talk about the Twins. Why ruin a nice day?