Minnesota football is an anomaly. They have the best named coach in sports, Jerry Kill (or as I call him, Coach MOTHA[BLEEPING] Kill) but they annually crap the bed. Don't tell the "stat guy" that, though, lest you be bombarded with tales of Marion Barber III (STEP OUT OF BOUNDS, YOU DICK) and Lawrence Maroney scampering around the field alongside every white slot receiver that goes to the NFL and completely handicaps your fantasy team by scoring three points one week and then 340 after you bench them. Jerks. Notice I don't really talk about the fan base itself, right? That's because I don't know any Minnesota football fans. Even my friends in Minnesota root for other teams.
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