So I was gonna go hang out with Redskins tailgaters at FedEx Field, but we're having some credentialing issues, and the boss warned me to stay away for this week. So I figured the next best thing would be to hang out at a Vikings bar. So here I am, live, from Stars and Stripes in Crystal City. Normally the place would be standing-room only for a Vikings game, but understandly attendance is hurt by the fact that the real diehards are, y'know, at the game.
Nevertheless, we've got about 50 Vikings fans, including three Alan Pages, a Jimmy Kleinsasser, a Brad Johnson, an old-skool Culpepper, a Troy Williamson, a Robert Smith, a Bryant McKinnie, a Dwayne Rudd, a Chris Walsh and several people in Twins or U. of Minnesota gear. Plus, Chris Walsh just chewed me out for forgetting his first name. I mean, who remembers Chris Walsh?
If you're a hopeful Redskins game, there is this:
Keith Hans: If you're a Vikings fan you grow to realize that the season will never end on a happy note and you learn to distance yourself emotionally.
Rusty O'Brien: Well, you're talking to the most pessimistic Vikings fan in the world.
Keith Hans: And I've never been proven wrong.
September 11, 2006; 6:53 PM ET
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