A couple of years ago we went to my wife’s cousin’s house in Minneapolis for one of their kids birthday gathering. It was a Sunday and they had the Viking game on the TV. While we were watching the game I noticed there dog laying in the corner. The poor thing was nothing but skin and bones.
Well, in the first half the Viking kicked a field goal and the dog suddenly jumped up barked a few times and danced a jig.
In the second half the Vikings scored a TD and the dog went to the piano and played the Viking fight song while barking the words.
The Vikings won the game and the dog jumped out the window, climbed in their car, and drove around the block honking the horn.
I finally had to ask, “What is the story with your dog?”
My wife’s cousin replied, “Oh Sparky is the world’s greatest Viking fan. She’s twenty-two years old and for her entire life, every time the Vikings do something good she celebrates. The better the Vikings do, the bigger the celebration.”
”I’d say,” I said. “She drove a car just because the Vikings won a meaningless game against the Lions. What does she do if the Vikings win an Important game like the Super Bowl?”
”How should we know?”