Vikings vs. Chiefs

I had tickets to the Vikings game against the Chiefs this past Friday. It was Favre's debut, and I was pumped to watch the one or two series he was going to play. I bought the tickets before we acquired Favre, so naturally I was all the more exited about going to the game once that whole situation came about.
Being an inexperienced fan, I managed to screw things up a bit. I forgot to KISS, (keep it simple, stupid) sound advice I was given one Thursday a year or two back by Michael Scott. I invited my wife to come along, who is not much of a football fan. If she was given the instruction, “Write down ten things you know about football,” she would struggle.
I figured I needed to compensate for dragging her to the game by tying something else fun into the night. We planned to go eat at a bar downtown a few exits past the Metrodome. We picked this place because it's a favorite of hers, however, we did not allow ourselves adequate time for this. Game time was at 7:00 and we cruised by the Dome at around 5:25 on our way to eat. As soon as we passed it, I became stressed because really all I wanted to do was be inside the building, in my seat, and taking in the atmosphere of Favre's debut.
We got to Matt's Bar at 5:35, waited for a few minutes to get a table, decided it would be better to get it to go, asked if we could order to go, were told that we could but it would still be a 20-30 minute wait, then I made the decision for us to leave. All the excitement my wife had shown for eating there and for the evening instantly turned into heavy disappointment and zero enthusiasm for the remainder of the night. I, on the other hand, after wasting around 20 minutes at this place, wanted to eat wherever was closest and wherever was fastest so we could get on our way to the game. Mentally, we were in very different places. We ate at a Subway just down the street, with what could be considered a light amount of table conversation.
We arrived at the station to ride the light rail to the Metrodome at 6:25, plenty of time I thought. My goal was to be there by 6:30. Trains were supposed to come every seven minutes and it was about a two minute ride to the dome. By the time we bought our tickets, the next train to come was at 6:38. It was completely full. Maybe 30% of the people there were able to get on. We were not in that group. Next train comes by at 6:45, same story, it was crowded. We made an attempt to step into a door and were met with nothing but cold stares and a total resistance to make any kind of movement whatsoever that might help us be able to squeeze in.
The train pulled away and left. I was pissed. In my head I replayed the scene, but with me throwing bodies out of that train and shoulder charging my way in without hesitation. I really don't even know what kind of point there is to be made here, but there was a group of five people waiting next to us, two of them mentally handicapped. That group made it on. Again, I don't know what point there is to be made, but I remember taking stock of that in my brain, and it was irritating.
The minutes passed. I spent most of the time scowling, looking at my watch, and repeatedly beating my fist against a metal pillar. The next train did not show up until 7:01! SIXTEEN minutes after the previous train. I was mentally defeated at that point. My only hope was that the Vikings had started on defense.
We arrived at our seats with 10:24 left in the first quarter and the Chiefs had the ball. “WE DIDN'T MISS FAVRE,” I thought to myself. My mood instantly lifted and I was able to enjoy the rest of the game, even though Favre did nothing remotely good in the three plays I saw him play.
I didn't ask anyone if we had been on offense yet earlier in the game, partly because I didn't want to know and partly because I didn't think there was anyway that was possible given the time on the clock when the Chiefs had the ball. I learned after the game though that we had already been on offense and that I missed the first three Favre plays. That was pretty discouraging to hear, but I have moved on and plan to learn from this mistake for future games that I attend.

A few quick thoughts on the actual game.
-Favre did not play well. It sucked that he didn't really do anything good, but I am convinced there is nothing to worry about given he only had three days of practice in him.
-T-Jack did play well. This was encouraging to see, but a mute point given he is obviously not going to start this year and that he has played well before and then come back and given stink bomb after stink bomb performances. If he plays well again against Houston though it could be a little more interesting of a story.
-Percy Harvin was so-so. It was fun to see him return a couple kicks, and he did a fine job, but nothing to get too worked up over.
-There were an impressive amount of Favre jerseys being worn despite only having a few days to purchase them. There were also a large amount of Hovan jerseys. Please, as a Vikings fan, if you have a Chris Hovan jersey from a few years back, PLEASE THROW IT AWAY, or donate it to your nearest thrift store.
-In the 2nd half, when people started to lose interest in the efforts of the bench players, they took interest in getting the wave going. There was a solid wave going throughout the whole Dome for about ten times around. It was sweet.
-We won. Undefeated so far, even though the games don't matter, it is still fun as a fan for the Vikings to win.