Minnesota Vikings Discussion- Tuesday SkolAsylum: 24 Jun 2025

Speaking of the new upcoming podcast, “Deep Thoughts with NVF and MT AKA Get Off My Lawn”, it’s too bad that when my daily grind slows and I can play most of you in central or eastern time zones are zoned out.

I’ve shared before that after meeting my one and only that I had to tolerate the ex husband, for the good of my stepkids. Was definitely hard at times but in reality I don’t like confrontation. My cohost NVF probably would have put him in a median nerve hold and dislocated his shoulder followed by stuffing his hand up his ass but I just kept my mouth shut.

FF to my wife’s birthday this past Saturday. Had a good day, my grandson had entered his 47 Dodge pickup in the carshow (Derby’s Buick was there as well). As my stepson had to accompany the grandson driving the Dodge back home I drove the stepson’s pickup and daughter back to his place, my wife drove our Bronco home and then drove the 3/4 mile in a side by side to pick me up. My stepson gave her a present, adult books that are illustrated like a kid’s book, “Sally has a moist and tasty cookie, will Bill eat her cookie?” I was reading a book out loud and the four of us were laughing good times.

Ex rolls up in his side by side. Had a few beers which made him more confident than usual. Starts grumbling. Long story short I told him I was annoyed about the bull being dropped in our pasture, ten bitch slaps followed whereby he told me bulls are harmless, cows with horns, etc as I’m coming back with huh so you’ll let the 13 and 15 year old walk across that pasture over there with a newly sited bull huh tell me more I’m not a cowboy like you. That segued into a recent moment when he told my wife to shut up in her own yard, again long story short the fireworks started boom boom boom I’m sitting there kinda quiet letting them trade shots.

Then he called her a lying f… c… b…

Now in my insular world there is no place for a worm of a man to call a woman the c word. Two men alone in a boat a mile from shore or any other people might refer to a particularly noxious female as a c word but never never in the presence of a woman. My father would have beat me most severely if I ever did that, heck I called my mom a bag once and lived to regret it.

Now you might think we started a fist fight but a) I hadn’t been drinking and b) the grandkids were standing right there. However, I did say you can’t call my wife a c… and he proceeded to tell me to stand in front of him and say it, which I did (I’m almost a full foot taller than him). That backed him down and then we had ten minutes of my wife’s fury manifest as a stream of unpleasant dialogue. We headed home.

I called him the next day to discuss some things that came up during the conversation, such as running cows on our 200 acres gratis. Guys, it was absolutely glorious to finally take the gloves off in a conversation and tell him how I felt about his constant degradation of my stepson, grandkids, utilization of the n word, etc etc etc. Every time I scored a point he changed the subject. Such pleasurable moments as “oh you fixed a break in my fence so your cows couldn’t escape, do you wanna cookie”. “oh you used to hold the note on my land, well now it is my land, do you wanna another cookie”. 30 minutes of unadulterated conversation. Oh man it felt good.

Imagine calling a man’s wife a C in front of your granddaughter. Needless to say I told her that she could never allow a man to speak with her that way.