I grew up the fifth of eight kids in Los Angeles. As a kid, I had absolutely no interest in sports. When I was 14 years old, my brother gave me a purple football jersey for Christmas. He had the number 88 hot stamped on it. That's before you could get NFL jerseys, it was just some ten dollar item from J.J. Newberry's. Some kid I used to fight with a lot told me that I looked stupid in my Vikings jersey. We fought, and at that moment I became a Vikings fan and never looked back. The only thing I've been longer than a Minnesota Vikings fan...is alive !!!!!!! In 1980 my dad said to me: "that kid, Magic Johnson of the Lakers is a really good player!" I never even knew my dad liked sports. So, I watched basketball (for the first time ever) with my dad. Just so happens, they won it all that year. How could I not get hooked? This is why...I bleed purple!
Drunk Eli's QB hasn't picked a Starting Lineup yet.