Welcome back to the big time, boys. And 'Boys. Welcome to the biggest game of the best weekend of the NFL season.
The Vikings and Cowboys haven't played each other in a game of this magnitude since the 1970s. The Cowboys haven't played this late in the season and with such high expectations since the mid-'90s. The Vikings haven't offered such promise since Gary Anderson missed that field goal in '98 and Vikings fans dumped their car flags along the streets of Minneapolis.
This game isn't just X's and O's, this is an NFL culture war -- hoodies vs. hair spray, Teflon vs. fritted glass, hotdish vs. Tex-Mex, Super Bowl angst vs. Super Bowl parades, a stadium filled with nightclubs vs. a stadium filled with mold.
Dallas offers glitz. Minnesota counters with slush.
The Vikings play in a dump that cost them $55 million in the early '80s. The only solace offered by the dirt-gray Teflon roof is protection from persistent cold. The Cowboys just built a $1.2 billion stadium that features nightclubs flanking the players' entrance to the field. Cowboys Stadium is like Vegas, only with more strip clubs. "In the Dome, you're lucky to get through the tunnels and find the field," Vikings kicker Ryan Longwell said.
Cowboys owner Jerry Jones said he wanted his team to play to the level of his new stadium. The Vikings hope their players perform with the ferocity of the Dome's malnourished rats.
Jones is our nation's foremost self-promoting, entrepreneurial sports owner. He's like the Steinbrenners, only without the crippling shyness. I was there the day he fired Tom Landry. It was like watching someone do Jell-O shots at a wake.
If talking were racing, Jerry Jones would be Usain Bolt, and Zygi Wilf would be Pat Williams during an attack of the gout.