Fixed roof? I'm sorry, but the pussification of MN has now been completed. The Minnesota Vikings will remain an indoor team. A soft team. A dead-on-grass-outdoors in November and December team. It's called football, for God's sake. It's always been meant to be played outside, in the elements, with all of the vagaries they bring. We get an artsy fartsy mausoleum in which we can sip our chardonnay while ruminating on the pink ribbon positioning on the helmets of the players. No, thanks. Give me Arrowhead any day.
Ah, but perhaps the game of tough guys has already changed. Legal eagles circle about, and soon enough the head trauma issues will undo the league. Maybe it's all moot. I'm not surprised at all at the design. I'm disappointed we did not recapture our roots. The Minnesota Vikings were once a source of true pride--tough, disciplined, resourceful, resilient. I see no way back home from here.
Blah blah. What's that buzzing noise?
It's fun to brag about our 'roots' of sub zero football. But the dirty little secret is, nobody particularly liked it. They just wouldn't admit it. When you had empty seats at a 45, 000 football venue in December especially in a state where the team is as popular as the Vikings, that should tell you all you need to know. The 'glory days' as you remember them were largely fiction. A product of NFL films. Complete with clips of flame throwers thawing the field set to dramatic music.
President Pence will be worse.