

Destination: East of
the Mississippi!
Ted Thompson, the man who understands what lies within the true heart of Bret
Farve, due to an unforgettable and unforgivable destruction by his own hand
(winning a Super Bowl is hard, but money is much nicer), is now thumbing his
nose at the Minnesota Vikings, with his telling smirk, by taunting us all once
again. Unfortunately for Ted, he should of remained silent as his ego has
exposed his true objective. Mr. Poker-face, and his body language, has
given himself away. For two seasons, we have watched the Vikings immerse
themselves ever deeper within the Farve Saga, and we still find ourselves
hopeless to remove Bret to the annals of history (November 1st comment).
What no one seems to want to confront is that this nightmare all goes away
forever, and tips the balance within our favor, with a simple pencil whip on an
agreement with a man on his journey toward his
destiny.
Ted Thompson's plan of
misdirection was a brilliant move, that is except for his taunting body
language, which is telling. Ted knows definitively that the Farve Saga of
manipulation has pushed the Vikings to into a state of blindness ... beyond the
possibility of signing the true meaningful objective, which is Michael
Vick. Talk about being played. Now Teddy-boy has moved himself into
his final and most desperate of his infamous roles by stating that the Green Bay
Packers are still considering Michael Vick using the common unmistaken ploy of
reverse psychology. Michael's pending postmark-delay is driving the
cheesers out of their minds, where they're blurting out answers like impetuous
children. What unnerved and unhinged the Packer brain trust was the TJack
injury that forced their hand, needing to play the role of "offer #2",
to kick it all off center. The simple truth is that they are immersed in a plan
that will not waiver, and it doesn't involve Michael Vick, but it does involve
deception. Never forget there is universal hatred for the league-wide
patsy, which is shoving us, kicking and screaming toward our
destiny.
The now exposed Brad
Childress, the man previously labeled with a very successful team, "that
couldn't run the ball", now fails to see the lessons taught in the art of
war. He's played a mean game of chess, the art of attrition, sacrificing
his greatest weapon (Peterson), by childishly playing power vs. power ... as if
it has any chance of true success. He did the same thing with Chester in
his first year under horn. Watching Brad bang his head against the wall is
true comical fodder for the likes of brainiacs like Joe Buckhead and his ilk ...
but we suffer. What Brad should most certainly be studying is the "Tet
Offensive" as Brad's true objectives lies within winning the battles of
space, not weighing his resources down into the battles of
attrition. Here is the most rudimentary question that is screaming at
you, "Exactly how are
we supposed to deal with so many weapons?" By the way, repeating the
same unsuccessful event over and over again is the definition of insanity.
The good news is that you are but a step away from genius.
You need to look no
further than the insertion of "Westbrook-#2" Chester Taylor early and often, to gage the
unmistakable success, in the hope of understanding the differences of achieving
the objectives of space. Where do we deploy our counteracting resources as
that ball could go anywhere at any time? Let us never forget, Adrian
Peterson's first touchdown was on a desperation pass into the right flat as it
now seems like that option is lost to the ages. Is that versatility or
ego? Today, nothing less than ego drives the Kleinsasser-Tahi
pound-the-ball-attrition of AD's tank-emptying early runs. Look no further
than to see AD on the sideline in the fourth quarter, a unmistakable sign of
stick-a-fork-in-us because we are done. No, AD's power-ball running must
be earned, like a reward, as if you are about to snatch the late lead. This can
only be done by conquering the concept of space.
Some may think that Abraham, having to sacrifice his own son, may be the most
telling biblical story, in his understanding, whereas the story of the
devil's
torment of Job is actually most descriptive of today's events. In the
simple effort to make him curse his name, Job lost his family, his wealth, his
food ... everything. To a man, we refuse to accept that the devil himself
was allowed to blow within Job's ear, just as he is allowed to do with all of us
... and there we stare at ourselves with our holier than thou attitude. Michael
Vick is not alone when it comes to making the mistake of following the voices of
evil. The question no one seems to ponder is the story that wasn't
told. What occurred after these events ... his greatest accomplishment ...
as Job never wavered?
Never in the history of
this league has there been the opportunity of assembling the weapons of
Peterson, Berrian, Vick (Job), Harvin, Taylor, Rice, Shank, et al. With
these weapons ... every possible flank is exposed regardless of the foe.
Once any counteracting forces are moved and committed, the true objective will
be weakened irrevocably. Napoleon's concept of divide and conquer. Close your eyes
and imagine Peterson slashing left into Hutch-Mount-McKinley zone with a
non-fragile-Vick rolling out right. There are some forces of nature that
just cannot be contained. There are players giving up just at
the thought of such a compelling ordeal. Almost like the widening eyes
facing the once powerful Green Bay sweep. As Joe Montana once said, I know, I know, you
were open (why didn't you throw me the ball to me?) ... but so was everyone
else.
Now all we see is Ted
Thompson's final ploy ... an effort to thumb his nose at our greatest key toward
destiny ... what could be Ted's greatest accomplishment ... the crushing
blow of the Farve-Vick Saga. In a minds eye, it is clear to see the flag waiving of
genitalia.
Your focus should be far
from ticket sales ... in fact to hell with ticket sales ... your goals lie
within inspiration. These fans are Berserk
with rage ... seeing that we are made to tote the load of never ending greed, to
spew language in his favor, to immerse ourselves within a political arena of
scum and deceit, as if we were pawn's in a grand scheme. We watch as our owner
also fights a losing battle of attrition, butting heads with the political elite (the
scum of the earth - although, not all). Pushing ... where he should be
pulling. Never understanding that his true battles lie within something
that always defeats the ilk of politics ... a moral objective and true inspiration.
Allowing, not only his bleeding fan base, but the world of viewers, to get
behind a special string of events. There is no greater a champion than the enslaved dog
that rises up to champion the world.
Before going off
half-kilter on the mere thought of these events, please consider that our trinity-of-power
was about to turn over the reigns to an individual (Farve) that would gain points
of immortality, when we lost, especially when you consider it could of
happened on the world's greatest stage once again.
So the key question
becomes how can anyone equate the entity of Michael Vick with the concept of
Moral Objective. Also consider that recently a list was released where
Michael Vick is now the #1 most despised athlete in America. It is because
this is all just a villainous illusion. Did Oswald kill Kennedy or was it
black-ops? Our first thought might be that
evil has no further purpose or objective for Michael but consider the
following for a moment. Job may have built the structure that eventually
crushed his own family, whereas Mike was most definitely the cause of his own
destruction. In fact, it is not exactly clear how many of Job's plights
were caused by his own hand (crop failure). The truth of the matter is
when we crucify Vick, we crucify ourselves.
Here's the rub. We
fans have seen our fill of athletes pointing to the sky showboating before the
almighty as if to say that what they have done and how they have done it is
somehow real. Nobody bought into it then and no one will buy it in the
future. The difference here lies within
the heart of Job.
The greatest fear, to a
man, is judgment day, where we are told, judge not, least ye be judged. With
this firmly in mind let it be known that my door will always be open to Job, for as a man,
I'd be the last to cast any stone.
Something very special
was created for a specific purpose and a simple man like myself will never stand
in its way.
It is truly laughable:
"A Destination East of the Mississippi! Where in fact it is the source of ...
which lies
within his
destiny.
The Viking Ghost
Writer
MyVikingBlood.com
Date: Wednesday, August 5, 2009
