A Fan's Letter To Minnesota Vikings' Rick Spielman

Andy RAnalyst IMarch 28, 2009

MINNEAPOLIS - SEPTEMBER 21:  Pat Williams #94, Chad Greenway #52, E.J. Henderson #56, Kevin Williams #93 and Jared Allen #69 of the Minnesota Vikings look on against the Carolina Panthers during their NFL game at the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome on September 21, 2008 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The Vikings defeated the Panthers 20-10. (Photo by David Sherman/Getty Images)

Dear Mr. Spielman,

For a seemingly ancient twenty-one years, I've worshiped the purple. My first Vikings' memory was kicking my mother inside the womb in 1987 when the Vikings opened their regular season with a win to the Detroit Lions. Man was I one exuberant leprechaun that day.

My tears, blood, and sweat are all purple. I enjoy every minute of Vikings' football. There isn't anything I would rather do on a Sunday but watch the purple and gold go head to head with the biggest names in sports.

I do everything I can to cheer my team on. I go to the games and shout at the top of my lungs when All-Day makes his seemingly routine 60-plus yard touchdown sprints. I lose my voice when Berrian ties the NFL record with a 99-yard touchdown catch. I go absolutely bonkers when Chester Taylor turns a five yard catch into twenty yards.

If simply cheering isn't enough, my walls are decorated in Vikings' paraphernalia and my on my bed, a 6 x 4.5 foot Minnesota Vikings fleece blanket lay. My PS3 even has a Minnesota Vikings skin on it.

The chair in the corner where my Sunday grilled hamburger/hotdog, baked beans, potato salad, peaches and my Dr. Pepper sit has a Vikings' throw-over. Oh, and the plate that the food sits on, it's got a giant picture of Adrian Peterson (thanks mom). Not to mention, the grill that I cook with has a Vikings' grill cover.

Yes Mr. Spielman, I can't wait for Sundays or the occasional Monday night. Football season is the best time of the year. With seventeen glorious weeks of football, what else could we Vikings' fans ask for?

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Let me answer that question for you.

I don't want just seventeen weeks anymore. A year is only fifty-two weeks long and watching football for only seventeen weeks is pitiful. Here's what I want more than anything: the full twenty-two weeks.

I want to sit on that Vikings' throw-over and watch my Vikings taking on the NFC's best in a winner takes all scenario with all my friends and family. After the Vikings' have finished the rest of the NFC off, I want to after those punks in the AFC.

It would make my day to have Peterson own James Harrison like he did to Al Harris in week one of the 2008 season. You know, the one where Al Harris is flat on his back looking up at the massive frame that is Adrian Peterson. I'll even settle for Antoine Winfield taking the ball away from Randy Moss and running back the other way for six.

Have Jared Allen, Kevin Williams, Pat Williams, Ray Edwards, Ben Leber, EJ Henderson, Chad Greenway, Cedric Griffin, Antoine Winfield, Madieu Williams, and Tyrell Johnson show the NFL why they belong to be considered with the likes of the 1970 Purple People Eaters.

How do you plan to do that Mr. Spielman? Do you plan to draft an offensive tackle to give Sage or Tarvaris a little extra breathing room to throw? Are you going to draft a playmaker wide receiver to give the defense something other than the running back duo of Chester and Adrian to worry about?

I just want to see something done! This offseason, I've seen fat kids running faster toward a 24/7 fitness center than I've seen anything done in your front office. What acquisitions have you made? Let's take a look, shall we?

We traded for Sage Rosenfels for a fourth-round draft pick and resigned Jim Kleinsasser and Heath Farwell. That's great news, but after those acquisitions, nothing, nadda, zippo from your front office.

Then, we watched future Hall of Fame center Matt Birk walk to the Ravens and Darren Sharper leave to the Saints. Sharper was old and his weaknesses showed, but Birk still had a few years left. For right now though, I'm content with having Sullivan at center. Please be sure to address the right tackle position before training camp.

Then there was TJ Houshmandzadeh. What was up with that? We let him go to Seattle. That too was okay with me because that would be one heavy price tag. But if we pursued Housh so much, why not Holt who is far more accomplished and even better than Housh? We could even get him for less!

Lastly, there is the Jay Cutler saga. It was reported that the Vikings were the first to ask about Cutler, but withdrew offers because someone on the coaching staff was unsure about certain "elements". What elements exactly? You mean to tell me you're not sold on Jay Cutler, but you are when it come to Tarvaris Jackson? Something's not right in that scenario.

You have left many Vikings' fans scratching their heads Mr. Spielman.

Over the past week, my Fargo, North Dakota has been fighting for its life as record setting flood waters pound the area. As I volunteer my sandbagging services to strangers, I see how happy it makes them to realize someone genuinely wants to help them.

It's a gratifying feeling to help others out, but why don't you want to help us Vikings' fans? The feeling of helping others out is unmatched by anything. Bringing a long postseason run would make all of our days just splendid. Do you really not want us to win?

Our team doesn't need much, but please! We have been waiting too long for immortality. Do something, ANYTHING to bring us what we need (okay, don't bring us Adam Jones). Tarvaris Jackson has shown us he is not yet the answer. He could be, but not yet.

Childress has been dragging you along for the ride Mr. Spielman. Dump him and his good buddy Darrell Bevell back in Philly. Promote Frazier to head coach and hire Brian Billick to run your offense once again. Bring back the 1998 Vikings offense that dazzled the NFL! Just bring us our championship, okay?


Andy Rarick


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