Killed the Curse?

I’m in the process of moving and my wife found a XXL Cris Carter Jersey while packing. It belonged to a friend of mine who like me became a Viking fan in the 70’s. He was a few years younger than me and became a Viking fan because he looked up to me for some reason. My friend Rob played HS and college ball and was a teammate of Wayne Crebet at Hofstra. Anyway, Rob wore this jersey to my house to watch the 98 NFCC game. After the game he threw the jersey on the floor and said I’m done with this F’ing team. A few weeks later I called him to come get his jersey and again he said I’m done. Throw it out. Wash your car with it. I don’t give a shit. And he stuck to it. He’s still a huge football fan with gambling and fantasy but he never started rooting for another team. He’s like a guy that went through a bad divorce and refuses to remarry.

In 2006, he moved to NC and we don’t see each other as much but before the Saints and Eagles championship games he texted me, dude don’t watch before the game. And after, just dude I’m sorry.

Yesterday I texted him and told him that I found his CC Jersey and whether I should ship to him. His response was you haven’t burned that F’ing thing yet. All the Vikings do is bring pain and heartache to everyone they touch. Last night, my son had friends over to finish the beer in the garage fridge before the move. They had the fire pit going and I went outside and dropped the CC jersey in. It’s nothing but ashes now. Hopefully that killed the curse.