The Max Brosmer Betrayal (and Yes… Blame JJ)

Vikings fans, gather ‘round. I need to get something off my chest before I spontaneously combust in the middle of this rant.

Max Brosmer? Done. Cooked. Probably never playing again. And why?

Because JJ McCarthy—Minnesota’s self-appointed Michigan Messiah—just threw a Gopher under the bus on his way to being QB1 of a dumpster fire franchise.

Max didn’t just get “thrown into the fire.”

He got strapped to a rocket, pointed at the sun, and told to ‘figure it out, kid.’

Way too early. Way too chaotic. Way too Vikings.

And who’s standing there with gasoline in one hand and the torch in the other?

JJ McCarthy. The Michigan Man.
Classic move.

Michigan dudes stay Michigan dudes. They walk into a room, flash that maize-and-blue grin, and suddenly everyone else—especially anyone with a maroon-and-gold background—gets shoved directly into incoming traffic.

I hate to see it… but you know I’m right.

And the Vikings? Absolute shambles. Full collapse. Nuclear meltdown.

We’re at “strip it down for parts and sell the franchise at a garage sale” levels right now.

• Trade anything worth of value

• Cut JJ

• Melt the helmets.

• Start over with a lacrosse club at this point—might as well build around a zone-3 clear because nothing else is working.

The Vikings are broken. They’re a sinkhole. They are an NFL-sized lesson in “Everything That Could Go Wrong Did.”

And in the middle of it all?

A Michigan Man tossing a Gopher to the wolves.

Sickening.
Predictable.
Peak Vikings.

Anyway, that’s the rant. See you next week when we discuss why the Wilfs should let DTA run the team. Obviously.