An open letter to everyone in the Vikings organization:
You're blowing it.
You had a chance to build the classiest organization in the NFL around the classiest coach I've ever met. Instead, you're going to get Leslie Frazier fired.
You're going to regret this.
I'm here to tell you what to expect. The next coach will resemble Bill Parcells, because the Wilfs grew up idolizing him, or Bill Belichick, because he's the league's reigning supreme commander genius, and coached under Parcells when the Wilfs were idolizing Parcells.
You don't want that. Sure, maybe the next guy will give you a better chance to win, but that's only one of the many possibilities. He also might get fired after a year of making your lives miserable. The Wilfs are just as likely to hire the next Greg Schiano as they are to hire the next Bill Walsh.
Philosopher Thomas Hobbes called life "nasty, brutish and short," and that was before Brandon Meriweather was born. Life in the NFL is nasty, brutish and shorter. Only exceptional football players get to play for more than a few head coaches. They know most head coaches are hard men steeled by ambition and warped by paranoia.
The Vikings had a chance to be different. Last year, they were different. They made the playoffs under a head coach who treated everyone he met, from secretaries to media relations underlings to reporters to players, as worthwhile humans.