“NYET!” So thundered the text message across the cosmos, one that at long last sealed the fate of a vast land-based fiefdom controlled by Baron Von Britfar. Its recipient: not longtime paramour and barnacle Peter King, but a journeyman quarterback turned broadcasting stooge. What textual riches had been vouchsafed to him! He could scarcely suss their import. His eyes alighted on the two-letter reply and his hands trembled until the cell phone fell from his grasp. He bounded into the newsroom, prepared to change the future irreparably.

UPDATE: That rock-solid Dilfer reportage didn’t take long to fall apart.

EVERYBODY OVERREACT! Pro Florio Talk has reported that a plane (possibly this one) flew from Minnesota to Hattiesburg, Mississippi yesterday morning before departing several hours later. Nobody is saying that the plane was carrying anyone from the Vikings organization, or that the plane flew there to meet with the town’s eccentric millionaire/resident lawnmower. That being said, OMG, Brit Far’s comin’ back! Somebody unfreeze Madden! [PFT] Update: Debunked. [Vikings Age]