The news that the 46-member selection committee for the Pro Football Hall of Fame now has an opportunity to add a Mick Tingelhoff plaque to the walls of Canton was heartening to us old-timers who lived through Minnesota's infancy as a major league sports location.
Tingelhoff was brought forth as the sole nominee of the veterans subcommittee. That means the Vikings' ironman center gets an up-or-down vote from the full group on the Saturday before the 2015 Super Bowl. The betting is on Mick to get the needed 80 percent.
I was stuck in traffic when I heard the Tingelhoff announcement. Sitting there, contemplating, I decided that the 1960s, the first decade as real big leaguers, was clearly the golden age of sports in Minnesota.
We had heroes in Harmon Killebrew and Tony O. and many other Twins, and there was success. We had heroes with the Vikings, initially with Fran Tarkenton and Boom Boom Brown and such warriors as Tingelhoff and Jim Marshall, and finally success in 1969 … Joe Kapp's 40-for-60 outfit that remains the most revered team in franchise history.
Throw in Rose Bowl teams at the start of the decade, and Lou Hudson and Archie Clark with Gophers basketball, and the arrival of The Bird and Goldy and the North Stars in 1967 — yup, we've never topped the '60s for sports, around here, not even with those two Twins World Series victories in five seasons.
That was the view on Wednesday.
On Thursday morning, I stopped at wonderful Target Field for a clubhouse visit before the matinee game vs. Cleveland. An hour later, I drove down Sixth Street and saw the world's third-largest crane ready to move hefty construction materials at the new Vikings stadium.
Early Friday morning, I snatched the Star Tribune off the door stoop, perused the cover and went to the sports section.