If there’s one thing that parallels my interest in the Minnesota Vikings, it’s slowly and methodically sharpening this knife while flipping through my high school yearbook. Actually, though, I really love me some Marvel comics and basically all of their never ending movies, shows, and merchandise.
Both my obsessions came from the same place, my Dad. My Dad only really showed emotion on Sunday’s, which was what initially got me into the purple as a toddler (mainly so he wouldn’t take an angry nap and ruin my plans to do that version of learning to catch a football where you’re so afraid of the ball that you dislocate your shoulders to keep your torso as far from the potential pain as possible).