The craziest part, Leslie Frazier admits, is that none of it seemed all that crazy. ¶ His vision. His calm. His unwavering belief that his Vikings were on the verge of a breakthrough — even in the middle of a disorienting tailspin. ¶ "From my experience of being around good teams," Frazier said, "I just sensed we had something going."
On the first Sunday of December, Frazier's squad departed Lambeau Field struggling to stomach a 23-14 loss to Green Bay.
From the outside, their path to the playoffs seemed fully obstructed with no recognizable escape. The meltdown in Green Bay was the fifth loss in seven games, dropping the Vikings to .500 for the first time all year. That galling defeat came in a game during which the Vikings squandered Adrian Peterson's 210 rushing yards. And the upset bid was fully torpedoed when the defense allowed 435 total yards and, yes, when Christian Ponder went seven possessions between completions and threw two brutal interceptions inside the red zone.
Suddenly, at 6-6, agitated and facing a harsh finishing schedule, the Vikings had reached the cliff where the hope for so many NFL seasons disappears.
Frazier might as well have been Wile E. Coyote, 12 feet off the edge, his feet spinning in a dust cloud and his eyes widening at the long, whistling free fall he was about to endure.
Instead? Frazier gathered his staff the morning after returning from Green Bay and delivered a peculiar message.
"You watch," he said. "We're getting ready to take off."
It's the same sentiment he uncorked hours later in front of the entire team.