The chants echoed off the Teflon ceiling and every wall of the old Metrodome. Louder and louder, with enough emotion to cause goose bumps and ringing ears.
MVP! MVP! MVP!
Adrian Peterson's teammates mobbed him. One player picked him up and carried him off the field. The place roared with appreciation.
MVP! MVP! MVP!
Peterson's final run of the 2012 season left him a hair shy of the NFL's single-season rushing record — by 8 measly yards — but even that missed shot at history couldn't spoil the party.
Peterson had put the Vikings on his shoulders and willed them to the postseason a year removed from shredding knee ligaments. He played the role of superman that season.
The Vikings needed to defeat the Green Bay Packers in the final game to secure their playoff berth. Peterson rushed for 199 yards in hot pursuit of Eric Dickerson's record as fans celebrated and counted every yard he covered.
In eight years in Minnesota, nothing matched that moment for Peterson. Nothing on the field, at least. His approval rating among Vikings fans that season, and that December day in particular, probably rivaled that of any superstar in any sport.