St. Paul's F. Scott Fitzgerald said there are no second acts in American life. So even if he were alive today, he probably wouldn't admit to painting his face purple, donning fake braids and screaming "Fire Childress!" in the Metrodome a couple of months ago.
Childress, quarterback Tarvaris Jackson and the Vikings aren't just conducting a second act in life; they're already deep into the second act of this season.
They play Washington tonight in the Metrodome with a chance to greatly enhance their odds of making the playoffs and consummate the greatest public transformation in the NFL since Esera Tuaolo went from playing defensive tackle to singing show tunes. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Childress arrived in Minnesota as a sour-pussed, anal-retentive stickler for things that don't matter. That didn't work out too well; he finished 6-10 his first season.
He started his second season as a more genial anal-retentive stickler. That didn't work out too well; he started 2-5.
Just when the season looked lost and Childress appeared to be bound for the Les Steckel Memorial Unemployment Line, we witnessed two strange, unexpected and possibly intertwined occurrences.
Childress, the kind of guy who uses a level to cross his T's and a slide rule to dot his I's, loosened up, kept his cool and showed a sense of humor. At least, that's what it looked like from the outside.
For that reason -- or maybe for a dozen other, unrelated reasons -- the Vikings started winning.