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[brycepazdernik]

To the man who changed the world. Thank You. Rest in the Universe Peacefully Stephen.

To the man who changed the world. Thank you.

You explained the universe in ways that many said was impossible. You went against the norm and truly changed science forever.

You beat the odds that were against you. 

Thank you for inspiring others to believe in themselves.

Thank you for giving hope to the many who needed it.

Thank you for solving the many problems of the universe that you did.

Thank you for inspiring all of us to dream. Thank you for inspiring us all to believe in the impossible. Thank you for inspiring us to imagine new things. Thank you for inspiring us to believe in more than we could ever fathom.

Thank you for advancing the knowledge of mankind.   

Thank you for inventing all the new theories.

Thank you for being confident in yourself to inspire others to do the same. Thank you for sparking ideas in the minds of all that you did.

Thank you for truly reinventing science itself. Thank you for rewriting the textbooks across the globe.

Thank you for showing us how to travel the stars with our mind.

Thank you being one of the greatest minds in the history of mankind.

Thank you for being a HERO to many and a LEGEND to all. 

Rest in the universe peacefully Stephen.                                        

[brycepazdernik]

The day my Dad Cried. And God answered my Prayer.

“I was thinking really? One F****** point. One f****** point to end it all over again.”

My Dad’s words when I finally got him to say a couple words after about 20 minutes of silence when the win and reality set in. We won. We f****** won!

I've rarely ever seen him shed a tear in all my 24 years. I've never seen anything like what I saw on Sunday at around 6:30 p.m.

The start of the 4th quarter to about a minute and a half left I heard about 5 words out of all 7 of us. We sat there on the front of our seats and beer in hand. Forbath’s kick goes up and it’s good! Except, I know in the back of my head I'm like shit, that’s a lot of time left on the clock.

Of course, that thought came to be true. 4th and 10 and we needed 1 last stop. We didn’t get it. The Saints are now in field goal range. Thud....thud....thud my heart goes and Lutz’s kick goes up and it’s good.

So many thoughts start racing and my heart aches but no words are said. Deep down I know we have 25 seconds and anything can happen but I was towards  the end of despair. I see my dad’s face and I almost lose my composure.

The look of pure sadness.

He has bled purple from the first day I can remember. A true die-hard that has never given up.

What I do next gives me goosebumps to think about and I will remember until the day I die.

I got up out of my seat and walked into the hallway out of view of the t.v. and everyone else. I look to the ceiling and I ask the Man up above to do one thing, not for me, not for anyone, just for my Dad. I ask, “If you were ever going to help me out in anyway now is the time, can you please do this? Please, just help the Vikings somehow pull this off. Not for me, not for anyone else. Just for my Dad? Please?”

I walk back over to the t.v. and I don’t honestly remember much of the next 15 minutes.

I try to recollect on what happened but all I remember is screaming, swearing and smiling. My Dad’s reaction was priceless and I managed to get most of it recorded.

Holy Shit!! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

The only words that came out of my mouth. I look around and my Dad seems to be gone. I run upstairs and I found him sitting on the stairs tears rolling down his eyes. They did it Dad. They somehow did it. One more chance to continue the year.

I just want to say thank you Vikings, for an unbelievable start to 2018. Thank you for getting that W. Thank you for bringing back HOPE. And thank you for being the best damn, genuine, good-hearted, kick-ass team a fan could ask for!

#SKOL..............SKOL............SKOL..........SKOL........SKOL.....SKOL....SKOL..SKOL, SKOL, SKOL!!!!!!