Late, but here goes:
Born: October 14, 1962 (53)
Real Name: Bob Hummel
The day I was born was the first Vikings game my parents missed, and the Vikings lost to Green Bay 48-21. My mom got the tickets in their divorce and we got to go to one game per year. Our upper-deck seats were around the 30-yard line on the right field side, the angle from which you see the initial views of the Pearson Hail Mary catch (there was a camera bay just to the left of our seats and at the edge of the overhang). My favorite games to go to as a kid were the Detroit games because I liked Lem Barney and we always won. I never hated our division rivals, only the Cowboys and the fans of the Packers once I attended the University of Wisconsin.
We tailgated no matter the weather and I trolled the area around our car for someone throwing a ball/playing a game. Our section in the stands included Jack Steele (a minority owner from the Boyer family) and Dr. and Mrs Wright, parents of Jeff Wright and Paul Wright (SS at the U who was later my football coach). Everyone around us sipped out of thermoses and/or flasks and Dr Wright took me down to the tunnel where players exited the Met. I met my favorite player at the time, Ed Marinaro, who, in response to me telling him I wanted to be just like him, told me not to fumble so much. My mom's boss somehow knew a bunch of players and had parties with them at his house occasionally. My mom got to know Paul Dickson, reserve DL who took me to the Decathlon Athletic Club a couple of times.
I was at the Hail Mary game and was looking right at Armen Terezian when he wilted after the bottle hit his head (it happened roughly parallel to our seats). Todd M, you disgrace my family history with your revisionist take on that play, and that's all there is to it.
I followed the Vikings from around the country and in France when I went to school there. I covered the team as a writer for the Twin Cities Reader and it was both ultra cool and illusion shattering. The lockerroom was a disgusting place from both a sensory and behavioral standpoint. Many players from that time (mid-90s) were assholes and frauds, and Denny Green was who we thought he was---a dick. I actually stopped going every week because it ceased to be much fun. After I moved back out to Cali, I tried to quit the Vikings a couple of times in a Brokeback way and kept getting pulled back like Pacino in the Godfather.
I came upon this community at the Strib and mostly lurk, though I post in streaks. I became disillusioned again with the early Wilf years and considered moving on when it looked like the disastrous beginning would continue, but I'm more hooked than ever at this point. I hope the Wilf/Spielman turnaround continues; this might be the start of our window.
Love the voices in here, even the nuts and assholes. This is a classic community and is definitely part of the hook of Vikings football for me, though I'll probably stay out of the game threads more often than not.
Great thread and thanks for letting me share.
So close to my age, and you got to do some of the things I wanted to, like get closer to the team.
No surprise it turned out to be a disappointing eye-opener. Hear that a lot.
Helps one grow up, tho.
Great stuff. Thanks for sharing. Starting to remember why this was one of the best threads ever started.