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Time Warp
Is it just me, or does each week that passes seem like a decade in time.
Look back just to the beginning of training camp & it seems like it's taken
forever just to get to this day. Are we caught amidst a time warp?
I wanted to personally thank the New Orleans Saints for inviting the Minnesota
Vikings to New Orleans to witness their Super Bowl party on September 9th.
I can't wait to watch the reaction on the faces, of the body language of our 53
when that Super Bowl banner is raised to their rafters. I've seen this
image over and over in my head, backwards & forwards.
I wonder if they'll be wearing purple pants? Why has it happened only once
in a victory versus the arch rival Bears ... at least in the recent era?
Each time I envision this moment, it is accompanied by an unmistakable
image. It's Tom Hank's as Forest Gump saying, "Sorry I had a fight in
the middle of your Black Panther Party". The second, of the champ in
Harlem Nights saying,"D-D-D-Don't t-t-take the-the-the this ass wa-wa-wa
whipin' p-p-personal". Why am I haunted?
I then fondly recall the opening day of our 1999 season. I recall the lore
and tale of the opening of the 1970 season ... it's brutality in its
elegance. There are others ... a day I never witnessed ... only in
legend ... opening day 1961. Why am I haunted by these images, the yarns
... the saga?
Am I the only creature on the face of this good planet earth that can see Joe
Webb, not knowing Sheet-from-Shinola, streaking through the Saints defense being
found by the one carrying Fort Knox in his ass? Perseus, being handed
special, but unassuming tools, by the gods. Assigned the impossible task
after task. Working toward his destiny ... Freedom. To live unencumbered
for the remaining days of his life. What mere mortal or beast can stand in
its way?
Why am I drawn to be it's witness?
On paper, there is little to be feared. Rice ... out! Cook ...
out! Griffen - out! Sullivan - out! Sapp - gone! Taylor
- gone! Farve - crippled! Well, maybe not.
All entwined with these visions is an event. Recalling this life turning
episode of a flight into Chicago where we were made to circle for hours. We attempted
landing several times but were thwarted due to violent on-the-ground
tornados. A 4+ hour flight from Vancouver taking over 6+ hours ... never
once worrying about fuel. Never worrying about anything. Violently
shaking wings with engine mounts swaying to & fro. Bare knuckles
consumed by fear should of been the order of the day ... instead, entrapped
within a bubble not bigger than a very small cramped office, at complete &
utter peace within myself ... protected by something that could not be explained
or understood. Sitting next to a soft spoken stranger, a gentle man, a
mench that knew exactly
everything about me, my name, my life, my family, my history, my dilemma ... and
my future. Never caring to ask, "How do you know all this?" At
each segment ... A repeating verse to answer all my anguish, to all my queries ... you
never know!
The Viking Ghost
Writer
http://MyVikingBlood.org
Date: September 1, 2010
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