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It was my sons first game. He's 22 years old now. Where are you
going dad ... Section 120 is this way. No son, this way. Follow
me. Are you sure dad? Yup, just follow me. We pass through the
tunnel and there lying before us is the Vikings bench. As we step down
those stairs, getting closer and closer to the field, my son is in
disbelief. He's trying to fathom what is evolving before his eyes.
Wow dad ... these are great seats.
At first, I could only see long snapper McDermott, lefty Locke & Blair Walsh
practicing field goals, when I point out Mark & Ziggy Wilf to my son.
He then counters with hey dad, that's Mike Zimmer stewing over there. Then
I pointed out Rick Spielman in his pink shirt ... always working his tactical
personnel magic ... never letting any moment pass him by. In time each of
the groups would enter the field in preparation for the start of the game only
to return to the locker room for the introductions. It was appropriate
that I'd never get to see Adrian Peterson in person ... as my father had once
saw Jim Brown those may years ago.
Yes, I was there. The tears began rolling just as they unfurled two flags
of the United State of America. They were about to play our national
anthem, the melody which so many have given their souls. Then the Viking
team was introduced to a round of boo's followed by the pomp & circumstance
of the home team. Cheer leaders, pyrotechnics, the crescendo of bombs
followed by the home teams introductions. Then the fly over ... gone in
the blink of an eye. At that moment, my only feeling was that they were
cheering for the wrong team and that maybe one day that might be for my
team. 55 years of history ... of always knowing that the other shoe was
about to drop ... I held my tongue. I suppressed my emotions as best I
could but there was no holding back the welled up waterworks. Something
had driven me to be here on this day at this exact moment. There was
something there to witness ... something on par with that 98 season. It
was without choice ... orphaned to my role ... whatever that might be.
It started just as I expected, just as it did versus the Titan's. We were
handled readily where the cheering for the Panthers felt as if it were directed
at me. The Panthers were riding high, where I held my lip & all of my
emotions in check. I had seen too much to know that it was way too early
to jump of the graves of these characters. I was to patiently await the
turning point ... bite my tongue & bide my time. Then it came.
Danielle Hunter found his way to Cam in the end zone to extend his prayer hands
up to the heavens. The hand of the big guy had arrived. Kids playing
a game, not knowing either how or why, just being apart of something they cannot
For the Panthers, from this point forward, they were to negotiate the hidden
perils of quick sand. Nothing would make sense as everything would lie
just beyond their fingertips, everything off kilter ... and know one knew
why. What was odd is that a good deal clicked, from time to time ... only
to self destruct. Favor would extend to the next drive that would find a
Sherels returns a punt all the way. We are down 10-8. Going for 2
should be the call but we instead call for the extra point. My son argues
that it's the right call (it's too early to chase points). My argument was
to take the opportunity of tying the game when it presented itself. There
is one unequivocal rule in regard to 2-point conversions and that is it is
harder to convert at the end of the game as opposed to the beginning as the
defense can rely on the fact that it has a good deal of time to recover from a
good conversion. In fact, an immediate 2-point conversion should be
planned for execution even before the game starts as the defender may not be
able to cope with the speed of its execution. As it turned out, the
Panthers were in shock after giving up the punt return, or in other words, the
iron was hot, where it was time to act like men ... not do whatever everyone
else is doing. Walsh misses the kick which is when I asked my son, "
How do you feel about the extra point now." There is a key message
for Zimmer & his staff, "Do not lament or worry about what you didn't
need." If Walsh wasn't your man, he wouldn't come up huge twice at
the end of the game. Walsh is not a problem ... he's
The rest of the game was surreal. Punch followed by counter punches.
It was a thing of beauty. Now I think back to the Purple Gang & the
Purple People Eaters of Sheb Wooly with the hope that they never link this group
to those guys as each was special in their own regard. This group has it's
own identity where in time they will have their own moniker. Any
comparison might dishonor the memory of all of them just like there could never
be any comparison to Fran Tarkenton. There was only one ... there will
only ever be one.
It was getting toward the 7:09 mark, when both my son & I would be exposed
for the first time. Tears & emotion were welling in my eyes and the
feeling the turning point was at hand. Of course, my son corrected me by
saying that it was not the turning point of the game, because he didn't
understand. I had no idea what was about to happen but the overwhelming
energy surged threw me ... driving my emotions to a new level. It was
about to explode before my eyes. I watched Theilen contort his body as if
to fly through the air with one arm extended to grasp onto what might have been
a Sam Bradford errant throw ... pulling it in on the 5-yard line. The
turning point ... of that there is no doubt. Sure, it was the straw that
broke the camels (Panthers) back but in reality what it was became the turning
point of the season.
The rest became the grind to the conclusion of the game. There we sat in
complete disbelief. What just happened?
Welcome my friends ... welcome ... to the machine. The big guy wanted and
created the 85 Bears. He did it again with the 2,000 Raven's. What
has he done now? The buzz is at hand ... there is no stopping it
The Viking Ghost Writer
Date: September 27, 2016