
How many of you can really remember the details of your very first experience attending a Minnesota Vikings game? It was three decades ago for me, and I still remember that first game like it was yesterday. It was December 18th, 1976 when the Vikings beat the Washington Redskins 35-20 in that Divisional Playoff Game at the Old Met Stadium.
I was what you'd call a serious Viking fanatic. Roaming the farm prairies of Watertown, SD, I was always decked out in my Vikings sideline jacket, the old school purple stocking cap with a blank purple helmet on the front, and I was always wearing my JC Penney #10 Tarkenton jeresy,
Knowing I was diehard, my Dad somehow managed to score tickets from his boss in Minnesota, for the first round playoff game. Of course he kept this a secret from me. Our trip to Minneapolis was diguised as a trek into the big city for a Father-Son ice fishing contest. Despite the offer of bonding from my dad, I was refusing to go on the trip because I wanted to see the game on TV at home. Well, I was assured that we would be able to see the game because My dad's boss, I was told, had a mini-tv that we could borrow and it had "great reception!"
Hell, I figured we would have the best of both worlds- fishing out on the lakes with the old man, and watching the Vikes on TV. When we got to the cities, my dad drove us to his bosses house to get the TV. Guess what? He came out of the house with nothing but an envelope. I was crushed because I was thinking I would miss the game. My dad starting reading a letter of apology on the envelope,
"Sorry the TV is broke. To make up for it, please consider the compensation in this envelope as my apology."
I was pissed, and on the verge of tears when my dad asked me to open the envelope and read it. In complete disgust, I ripped open the envelope, and found four shiny tickets for that days Playoff Game!
I was so excited I could hardly keep dry pants. What a great way to go to my first Vikes game! My dad knew all along that we were going, and he kept it a secret!
I remember the drive from Minnetonka to Bloomington could not be fast enough. I had never been to a big city, and every tall building I saw, I kept hoping to see the light poles of Metropolitan Stadium. I still remember all the aesthetic details of arrival to the parking lot. As we walked toward our gate, I could smell all of brats, and sausages on the tailgaters grill's.
They had vendors in the parking lot, and one of them was selling a huge poster of Fran Tarkenton, in his white jersey, setting up to pass in the snow at a game earlier that season in Buffalo. I stared back at the poster and pointed at it, declaring,
"Dad you gotta get me that Tark poster!"
At that same instant, with my head turned to the poster, I bumped into somone, who smiled and said,
"Ya, dad, you gotta get him the poster."
The man was wearing a leather coat, and one of those "Boogie" Winter Caps that Tom Brady has recently made famous. That man was THE Fran Tarkenton himself. No lie. He was walking into the stadium with Mick Tinglehoff at the same time I was pointing down his poster. I felt a rush in my stomach, a feeling like I had never felt before, and I swear I have been chasing ever since. It was a remarkable coincidence. It was perfect.
As we walked toward the gates, the smell of cigars and cigarettes filled the Met Stadium air. Once we made it inside for the pregame warm-ups, I soaked in everything. I watched the High School Cheerleading Parkettes on the sidelines, and was amazed by the distance and accuracy of Mark Mosley and Fred Cox's straight on kick.
It was 35 degrees at game time on a bright sunny day. The popcorn was poping, the beer vendors were hawking, and the Public Address announcer was booming. The Vikings band was playing Skol Vikings and other classic pep band songs, the light from CBS's pre-game show were bright, and I had never seen so many TV cameras rolling back and forth on sidelines. It was first and only big "Instant Classic" and the game had even started yet.
The Vikings jumped to a 35-6 lead by the end of the third quarter, led by running backs Chuck Foreman and Brent McClanahan who each rushed for more than 100 yards. McClanahan's 41-yard run on Minnesota's first play of the game set up quarterback Fran Tarkenton's 18-yard touchdown pass to tight end Stu Voigt. Then after Washington kicked a field goal, Tarkenton threw a 27-yard touchdown pass to Sammy White, who managed to catch it after it was tipped in the air. Foreman added two rushing touchdowns and White caught a second touchdown pass. By the time Redskins quarterback Billy Kilmer completed two touchdown passes in the fourth quarter, the game was already out of reach.
During that game, we made acquaintance with Ed White's best friend, who took us down to the players exit after the game. Because of him I was able to get autographs from Fran Tarkenton, Jim Marshall, Carl Eller, Fred Cox, Nate Wright, Sammie White, Ed White, Wes Hamilton, and Matt Blair.
Back then, I was in 6th Grade and wore a purple Fran Tarkenton jersey. My biggest concerns in life were math homework and getting good grades at Roosevelt Elementary School in Watertown, SD. We lived in the country, so we didn't have cable TV, and I was never allowed to watch a Monday Night Football game on ABC past the Howard Cosell halftime report.
To fuel my Vikes addiction, my father would bring home the Minneapolis Tribune from work, so I could read up on the latest news and actually see pictures of the team. My brothers and I would watch all Sunday afternoon games that were televised on CBS or NBC. When the Vikings lost we would burn the football cards of the opposition in some sort of sick sacrificial ritual of young purple witch doctors.
Now in 2007, I have new much larger Tark jersey (thanks e-bay), the team plays in the dome, but the game is still played between the stripes. Instead watching the tailgaters, I am one in the diehard groups that set up in the parking lots hours before game time. (We are the kids of the Met Stadium Tailgaters, we all say). The cheerleaders are professional dancers (one, Brita, a former co-worker of mine) and the players again are fighting for playoff survival.
Tomorrows game will be do or die for both the Redskins and Vikings, but every time those teams match-up at this time of year, I always think of that first game right before my twelfth Christmas on planet earth. It was a very special Holiday memory for me, and I sincerely hope the tradition continues on December 23rd, 2007.