Football season has arrived, which means I’m once again entertaining the possibility that this could be my beloved Minnesota Vikings’ year. I even have the T-shirt: “Optimistic since 1961.” At this point, optimism may be my spiritual gift. I. Love. Football. Even if you’d rather have a root canal than watch grown men shove each other onto green turf, stick with me. This really isn’t about football. In every single moment of the game, they are moving and blocking and passing and running...intentionally. During every play, Continue Reading