Having a strangely specific memory of almost every Vikings game from the last decade or two is a professional resource and a personal curse.
It means that almost every game reminds me of another game (or games) from the Vikings' vast catalog, and the memories are normally associated with something terrible that happened.
Two games leapt to mind Sunday — one actually good! — while watching the Vikings' 19-17 win over the Lions, a contest that was a sleeping pill for 55 minutes and then decided to get weird and exciting for the final five.
Do you like the idea of a moose riding a motorcycle blindfolded?