Sunday provided a stunningly bad end to the Vikings season. I've watched the Vikings since their very first game and, for this team especially, s!*& happens.
At first I was stunned, sad, maybe even a bit angry despite the fact that the team exceeded all of my expectations for the year.
In retrospect I can't fully blame Blair Walsh. The Vikings needed to score a touchdown, not a field goal, when they were knocking on the endzone door early in the game. Four Vikings defenders had a shot at Wilson when the ball was snapped over his head and missed, most egregiously Captain Munnerlyn, allowing Wilson to complete a lucky catch and run in a largely emptied backfield to set up the touchdown. Adrian Peterson, held in check all day due to insufficient offensive line play, fumbles the ball just as the offense is driving toward the endzone. And finally Mr. Walsh who would never have been in the position he ended up in had he not scored the other nine points the Vikings had on the scoreboard.
There was plenty of blame to go around and it extended to every phase of the game. Blair Walsh at least made it a game.
