In the past week our politicians have chased after the Minnesota Vikings with more enthusiasm than a bunch of Target shoppers after Missoni bath towels. They've suggested every convoluted idea to raise funds short of freeing Tom Petters from prison.
Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak got so excited over the prospect of keeping the Vikings in Minneapolis, in fact, that he forgot how to count to seven. Rybak and Council President Barb Johnson swore they had enough votes -- absolutely, positively -- to make a deal. That was until some nettlesome reporter actually asked the other council members.
Awwwkward.
The latest gambit to raise cash came when Gov. Mark Dayton put Legacy money on the table. You know, the massive fund dedicated to the state's wildlife, art and culture. Critics immediately jumped on Dayton's idea, saying the Vikings didn't fit the Legacy mission of supporting "art" or "culture."
Really?
Well, I've seen Merce Cunningham dance (creepy), and I've seen Adrian Peterson run, and I beg to differ. What Peterson performs is a form of ballet. Violent ballet, but ballet nonetheless.
The problem is not that the Vikings are not part of our state's vital heritage, it's that they don't know how to beg for money like a starving artist or environmentalist.
After all, can you really argue that Will Steger is more significant to the state's history than Bud Grant? Hardly. Yet, there he is, dragging his dogs through the list of projects being funded by taxpayers.