Mixed emotions on Sunday

Yesterday was a day of mixed emotions for the football fan in me. My wife Tanya hates the time of year between September and February because she loses her husband for nearly six months of Sundays.
I really thought the Cowboys could take the Vikings, or at least make it a good game. It was neither. I've had a dislike for the Vikings ever since I lived up in Minnesota. The Vikings would beat up their division rivals but lose when it counted -- the champion games or the Super Bowls. They were like the neighborhood bully who would strut along his block, but once he got outside his territory, he'd get his butt kicked.
I've been a long-suffering Jets fan ever since they joined the old American Football League. I watched the game with no expectations other than maybe they could stay close and make the dream of a victory a little closer to reality. I was beside myself when they actually won.
I'd like to see the Jets beat the Colts and the Saints beat the Vikings. I may get one wish out of two. Two for two would be too much to ask for.