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Additional Minnesota Viking Commentary

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This web site began its operations on September 25, 2007.  It was created and established to be able to broadcast commentary and lore to the Minnesota Vikings Nation.  It's strives for a unique message. 

If you carefully follow this webs time-line, it also carefully documents and predicts specific events that either have occurred or that are about to occur.  If you do your homework, by verifying the time line ... and you're a true Viking fan ... it just might scare the living crap out of you ... at the very least it will make your hair stand on end.  The commentary provides specific messages to various Minnesota Vikings players, coaches and it's fan base.  Much of its content is based upon past Minnesota Viking history ... in the hopes of generating Beserker Fury and Beserker Rage, to awake the Viking Nation ... and to enable our team to finally secure it's first Super Bowl Title and second NFL championship ... the later being tainted by a curse.  The passion of the webs evolving content has been forged in a lifetimes worth of misfortune and pain in being a true-purple Viking Fan ... as purple blood surges through these veins.  These messages abound from various sources ... that are beyond my control.  The motivation for the creation of the web was in response to a question ... "When would be our time?" ... and the never ending answer ... viewed in a dream in the form of an astrological event ... "The Sign".  That time is now upon us!  It is has become my personal responsibility to awake the Viking Nation ... so as not to miss a moment of this special 2007 season.  I have failed in my quest ... as I have reached only a very few.  Special thanks is given to Mike Perkins of the Kansas Viking web site to publish a good deal of this content.  I have been compelled to write this commentary as I'm haunted by the ghosts that blow upon the Viking Winds.

I'm land-locked ... My heart aches to  be able to wind-jam once again upon the seas.  As such ... there is no other team. 

It now appears that Chilly is now on-board ... this from his most recent response to a question.  Asked at a news conference about the origin of one of his favorite sayings, Childress looked the questioner in the eyes and, with no trace of a smile, said, “It actually came to me in a vision.”  Was it absurdity?  Well at least the agents of death, or should I say the news media types, roared in laughter in response.             

I recently chose the pen name Ron McQuade.  The name is fictitious.  The name is actually derived from the manipulation of the name of a close Viking fan that is several years my senior.  He became a Viking fan in 1961, and was most likely drawn to the franchise due to our incredible inaugural 1961 campaign.  He is my link to the lore of the early sixties teams, which I was too young to experience myself.  He has also been a conduit to much of this webs content partly through years of conversations.  As such, in written word, he has now become immortal ... just like the bronze busts in Canton, OH.  Some of the time-line has come from numerous sources.  A good deal has come from recent conversations with this close Viking fan to which I've received messages with relevance only to me.  He apparently had no knowledge of this content or its resulting messages.    

His all time favorite Vikings was Rip Hawkins, which established the foundation of what is now an unmistakable Viking defensive character as our inaugural defensive team captain.  In Ron's opinion, there are no parallels to Rip's style of play, and since today there is no interest in early Viking history, there is no way to describe for me something that I've never seen, or will see.  Steve Sabol has those films and these films are now forever lost to greed.  Also in close contention with Rip was our inaugural offensive team captain ... Fran (Francis) Tarkenton.  No further comment on the latter is necessary.  

My introduction to the Minnesota Vikings was my Christmas of 1966.  I was the only son of eight children born in April of 1961.  As my parents would say, I was all boy, so my parents thought it was appropriate to purchase a helmet with horns on it.  I guess you could say that I was not a little angle.  From that, my interest in the Minnesota Vikings grew.    

Since my first exposure to the team was in 1967, I have no recollection of the Dutchman other than what's been written about him in history, and articles and books that are written about our first coach, so I have no real knowledge of the personalities of these early teams.  

I grew up in Rochester, New York, which was established as part of Buffalo Bills country.  Since the NFL had a 75 mile black-out radius in effect, if the Buffalo Bills did not sell out, they did not broadcast the Bill's games in Rochester.  As such, the Buffalo Bills fan base suffered.  This also caused conflict with viewing other AFC broadcasts, where teams like the Raiders benefited for the woes in Buffalo.  Fortunately for me, by 1967, the Buffalo Bills AFL championship run had petered out and the Bills were not a very good team ... in fact they sucked for many years to come.    It is for this reason that today Rochester, NY is a hot bed of NFC fans.  

At the time, Pete Rozelle had an active interest in developing and growing a football viewing fan base, and didn't really care where it came from, which is much different from today's pay for view arrangement.  CBS handled NFC broadcasts, which did not conflict with NBC's - AFC broadcasts.  Our local CBS network was allowed to have both a 1 pm and 4 pm NFC broadcast each week.  This meant that the Vikings would be broadcast just about every week as they dominated many 4 pm broadcasts.  As a boy, I would pray for snow in Minneapolis from September right through January, and when it finally did arrive ... it was clear that someone was looking out for my team.  In the late sixties and early seventies, the hot bed NFC teams were the Cowboy's and Vikings and later the Redskins.  Fans older than I were typically Packer fans, which followed their championship years.  

Since it snowed in Rochester, there was a natural attraction to the frozen fields of Minnesota, it's flame throwing field warmers, and games that featured snow and breath that you could see ... just like you'd see when you played in Rochester.  We were also only a few short miles from Lake Ontario, an inland fresh water ocean.  This enabled me to ply my wind-jamming skills of nordic tradition on this mighty lake.  There can no description for sail racing as fore-deck in November on Lake Ontario.  

As for Cowboy fans in Rochester, NY ... well ... it must have been those tight-shorted-white-Daisy-Dukes.  America's Team - my ass!  It is for this reason that there is an excessively large population density of Minnesota Viking fans either in, or that are from, the Rochester, New York area.  Although I've physically left Rochester ... Rochester has never left me ... just as New Orleans never left my long-past grandmother.  

As for me, my all time favorite Vikings was Bobby Bryant and Matt Blair ... the had a ball-Vee (ball hawk) mentatility.  Both were apart of the most dominant defenses in the history of the NFL ... these defenses also sported the only front four that ever started and played in the Pro-Bowl together.  Both Bobby and Matt were truly remarkable players.

Since the days of my youth, my personal goals have included the following:

Securing a throwback 1975 Bobby Bryant away jersey.  
To have my own personal room which would combine the painted images of Eller, Page, Larson and the NFL's Iron Man - Jim Marshall.  
In that same room, on a wall of it's own would also be the haunting image of Bud Grant with his piercing steel cold eyes.  Those eyes demanded perfection at all times ... something that could never be accomplished or achieve ... but always strived for ... letting this man down was never an option ... they eyes always understood the terms of fate.
The exodus to "The Viking Super Bowl" ... arm in arm with the tide of "The Viking Nation of Beserker Fury and Rage" ... fulfilling a businesslike goal of a lifetime ... then to Mecca ... with tears of joy in tribute to the greats of Viking history ... to cleans the souls and heavy hearts of the nation.        

I have traveled to cities throughout this country.  I have never made it to Mecca.  Mecca for me resides in the Mall of America.  For my friend its Savana, GA ... the home town of Sir Francis.   It pains me to know of the irreverence reported at this special and unique monument (shown above) to past glory.  This image is as close to Metropolitan Stadium that I've been.  I once described this image to my close friend where he then sought out this location and took this picture for me as a personal keep sake.  On this weekend my friend attended a match with the Seahawk's that was marked by fluky interception of a Randy Moss pass that was returned for a touchdown ... that just may have prevented our entry to the post season that year.  This interception also marked the Seahawk's first trip to a Super Bowl.  

To me, Metropolitan Stadium represents the never ceasing 12th man, which has come to call ... more than just the tax collector, more like the visit from the robes of the reaper death with his sickle ... playing outdoors ... in a non-sterile environment ... with no roof ... with the winds of November ... the snow ... the ice ... the side by side benches ... Vince Lombardi echo's, "everyone's grabbing ... no one's tackling (with Eller laughing at him as he passes by)" ... southern teams huddled by our teams space heaters, all courtesy of Bud Grant ... the look of those steely piercing eyes ... the pounding and relentless rush ... the physical punishment exacerbated by Viking winds, snow and ice ... the equalizer.  Humility on tap for all that dared!    

You can play some of the greatest music, that came from this era ... but you can only be haunted by these images and what they represented.

If you want a new stadium ... forget anything that has to do with any type of roof whatsoever ... just as there is no need for a roof in Greenbay!    

No, I'm not crazy and no, I refuse to play the lottery.

The Viking Ghost Writer
MyVikingBlood.com
Date: 12.21.07

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