The series offered last week by the Star Tribune sports staff was based on "favorite event covered,'' and included an impressive variety of happenings.
There were three elite events that I fretted would be overlooked by the panel of wordsmiths, and thus went the blog route to provide these with a bit of recognition.
We covered Captain Dynamite blowing himself up behind second base at Met Stadium in 1978, and Bobby Heenan being placed in a pink weasel suit in 1980 at the St. Paul Civic Center, on back-to-back days last week.
Then, nothing. "What happened to No. 3?'' came a clamor from the masses.
OK, it was two people total – one text, one email – wondering, but the truth is No. 3 had to debut on a Sunday, in order to fully honor Minnesota's bloody Sunday of sports:
Jan. 14, 2001, Giants Stadium
There's probably a need for a pair of asides before reviewing the carnage of that afternoon in East Rutherford, N.J.:
- In the world of scribes, at least in 2001, most showed up to cover a game rooting for an outstanding story – be it down-to-wire drama, overwhelming victory or crushing defeat. Anything but the routine and we were good.
- In the world of scribes, at least in 2001, most press boxes were places where homerism was ridiculed, while wise cracking and laughs were embraced. It was sports, right?
New York Football Giants 41, Vikings 0 in an NFC Championship Game stands near the all-time top in both categories, providing a remarkable tale of crushing defeat, along with more wise cracks and laughs from more sources than from any Minnesota press box contingent I've enjoyed.