I LOVE Minnesota. Last night I returned from a quick trip to the land of 10,000 lakes where we saw the Vikings roll over the Giants in US Bank Stadium.
I grew up in Minnesota. As I was there with my brothers and a nephew, the memories came flooding back. It’s sometimes odd the things that you remember. Some are big things, but many are little things.
I thought about being a little boy, and the tree swing that my dad made for me out of an old tire. I thought about being a teenager, and I cringed (then laughed) when I remembered the same behavior I now occasionally see in my own teenage children. I thought about the fall leaves, boating, digging snow forts, and ice skating. I thought about the Minnesota State Fair. I thought about Wayzata High School.
I thought about a previous Monday Night Football game I saw in the old Metrodome. Jim McMahon torched the Vikings secondary after halftime to overcome a huge deficit and win the game. I remembered that I cried afterward. Perhaps it’s more appropriate to say that I sobbed after that game.
US Bank Stadium is incredible. I loved every minute of the last 48 hours. The Mall of America is still great. I bought an old school Minnesota North Stars hat.
I could remember many things about Minnesota. What was most surprising to me was the emotion. Not for the places or the things, but for the people.
I thought about my mom and dad. I thought about family and friends. I thought about the people I was with, and I thought about people I haven’t seen in years (or decades). I’m grateful for each of them. Time has a way of healing wounds, erasing any pain, and leaving the positive experiences in place.
I probably haven’t said this to many of you reading this, but thank you.