My dad, inspired by the Vikings story I wrote on his birthday last week (see Worth a Ponder), asked me if he could guest blog on being a Vikings fan. I responded, “Yes! Please do.” Well, he did. And when I read it, I thought two things: 1) I guess I know where I got my writing skills, and 2) This can’t be the only time he does this. And so, I give you Jerry Hill…
I have a photograph of me with Fran Tarkenton at the Minnesota Vikings training camp in Bemidji, Minnesota in August of 1964. I was a scrawny little ten year old and Fran towered about 8 inches over me. But what a player. Fran would take the snap, drop back 30 yards and run around in circles until the heavy linemen dropped.
Also at the camp were Jim Marshall, Carl Eller and my favorite player, Rip Hawkins. My brother and I loved him, a big tough player with a name like a pirate. Years later I got to know Rip and when I told him that, he broke into a big smile.
Since that photo was snapped I have been truly hooked as a Vikings fan. Now almost 50 years later, the seasons’ memories wash over me. So many great players, so many mismatched Super Bowls. Lately it has been tough. I tried to abandon the Vikings and pick another team, but the only team that seemed to suit me is the New York Jets. I am sure a therapist could explain that to me.
However, for some reason I have decided to come out of the closet and once again proclaim my loyalty to the Vikings. When we are at a party my beautiful wife, a diehard Colts fan along with the owner of this blog, will announce to the group, “Jerry is a Vikings fan.” I walk away with the howls of laughter stinging me.
I walk to the bar, grab a beer and smirk. Few people understand the Norse plan. We have an ancient/Chinese/long term/vision/plan. We don’t think in terms of years, we think in terms of decades. Many, many decades. We are waiting to make our move. When? Can’t tell you, it is part of the plan. But when we do, there will be hell to pay…..