Last night just before kickoff, I was nervously pacing around my house watching the pregame when my 5 1⁄2 year old daughter came up to me with a piece of paper.
“Daddy, I made a picture for you. It’s a Vikings unicorn.”
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I beamed with pride and gave her a big hug. Despite the fact that the unicorn was short a leg—a mistake she noticed and explained away by claiming “that makes it extra special”—it made me feel a little better about the Vikings’ chances.