*That* was a blowout. People that actually know sports things are likely capable of explaining why the valiant Vikings lost 3-20 to the malevolent 49ers tonight. Other than reminding people that the Vikings are valiant and that any opposing team is malevolent, I will concede that post-game analysis is not my forte.
Instead, I'm here to tell you about something that you've likely already done many times in your life: paying attention to sports at a sports bar. In addition to going to Cantina de San Patricio to watch the entirety of the game, I also did so among group of die-hard 49ers fans, doing what I could to represent my team* in the midst of the enemy.
Actually, said enemies were all super nice and accepting of my nonsense. Despite clearly being passionate about their own team, I never got the sense that there was any actual ill will towards the Vikings fans in the room (probably just me). Several people even vowed to back me up at whatever place I decide to watch this season's eventual Vikings vs. Seahawks game. All of the goofy banter that went on tonight definitely made for a far more enjoyable experience than staring at the television in isolation would have.
Although I remain perplexed by a lot of the granular details of football (flags be everywhere), I'm starting to have a lot of fun with it as a communal activity. Everyone is always excited to talk about it, and when I indicate that I'm a football dumb-dumb, they become excited to have an opportunity to share their expertise. I've already received more advice on how to sculpt my fledgling fantasy football team than advice on how to cope with any other challenge in life. I'm going to keep pushing further into this to see where it all goes.
*Note: Once again, I'll note that I became the world's most prolific Vikings fan after building a random number generator to pick a team for me to cheer for this year. That sort of arbitrary bond runs thicker than blood.