Dear Brett,

I actually feel a little bit ridiculous writing a letter to someone who seems more like a fictitious Superhero than a real person (which I have never felt compelled to write to real person either actually) but here it goes. You may see me as yet another heartbroken fan, which I am. But I’m not heartbroken for me, I’m heartbroken for you. For me as a fan, you did an amazing thing – you see, I lived in San Francisco during the years of Joe Montana, Steve Young and Jerry Rice, I can’ even explain how much fun it was to be part of a town that was high on football fumes. It was something special to watch those games, a feeling not just any football team can give you. Sunday was a sacred day at our apartment, my roommates and I would huddle around our tiny television in our tiny apartment surrounded by all of our football snacks and high hopes. We never missed a game. Then I moved to minnesota – and the football euphoria vanished into thin air. I lost my football luster and it just became another televised sport. Until you. You brought life into a team who’s razzle dazzle had been gone for awhile. You brought life into a town that had given up rooting for team that didn’t really seem to care about their own destiny anymore. You gave a team charisma, personality and made headlines for all the right reasons. As a 38 year old mother of 4, I now have those same euphoric feelings about my home team just like I did with the awe-inspiring era of the 49ers. You brought a team to life, you brought a teams potential to the forefront, and absolutely lit it up. You guys had an amazing groove this year and you all brought a tired state to it’s feet. I’m heartbroken for YOU, because YOU didn’t reach your goal this year – but you had nothing to prove to us, you already did that every Sunday all season long. You didn’t let us down, you brought us jumping to our feet. You took a beating for us and fought for every yard possible. As far as I’m concerned the Vikings still deserve the ticker tape and fan fare because it was an aw!
esome ye
ar with a fearless leader. All I have to say now is that if your 40 year old body can take another year (I’m praying for your health here), I’ll be perched with my family right in front of that TV, high on football fumes!

Sincerely,
Andrea