The clamoring of Vikings fans for the head of Brad Childress -- and why would you want that head, with the baldness, and the '70s mustache? -- proves that in sports as in politics, the virulence of the attack is often inversely proportional to the intelligence of the attacker.
For just a moment, stop typing on message boards in capital letters (it hurts my ears) and hit the refresh button on reality.
It's fine to question whether the Wilfs should have hired Childress. Given his record and the success of other recent hires, that's fair, and I've suggested he has been ripe for replacement at various junctures of his stay here.
It's fine to question the way Childress assembled his "kick-ass" offense -- he made mistakes in personnel and for much of his tenure has installed overly conservative and predictable game plans, leaving him looking unimaginative.
It's just that, as with most tidal waves of public opinion, the public's disgust for Childress has become so irrational that it ignores the current reality.
Which is that lately, Childress' offense has actually kicked a few rear ends, and his assertion that he just needed a quarterback who could run his offense has been proved by, of all people, Gus Frerotte.
The entire Vikings braintrust deserves blame for placing too much faith in Tarvaris Jackson. Jackson was not ready to quarterback this team in September.
Childress, though, might have saved the season -- or at least extended his team's window of competitiveness -- by having the guts to make a quarterback change after two games. He recognized that he could have lost a veteran lockerroom that has experienced too little success since his arrival, and he installed a quarterback who has proved to be inspirational in terms of toughness and leadership, even if he is older than Joe Kapp.