Brad Childress wants us to believe all is well in Purpleland, but that’s kind of hard to do when reporters like Tom Powers of the Pioneer Press publish accounts like this one of what he saw in the Vikings locker room in the wake of last night’s meltdown.
Setting the scene: the Vikes have just gotten pounded by the Panthers, everyone knows something went on between Chilly and Brett Favre on the sidelines, Favre has just admitted in the press conference that Chilly tried to yank him. And…cue Brad Childress in his towel:
I caught up with Childress as he returned from the shower and was walking into the visiting coach’s office. It was just me, Childress and his towel. Standing in the doorway, I basically asked for a comment with regards to Favre announcing that he refused to come out of the game. Before Childress could answer, Bob Hagan, the team’s director of public relations, pushed past me and slammed the door.
A couple of minutes later, a previously docile Childress stormed out of the office like a wild man, still clutching the towel around his waist. He made a sharp turn into the assistant coaches’ office and went ballistic. I don’t know who was in there or what he said. But by the decibel level, it was clear he was furious.
It was about then that I got the bum’s rush out of the locker room. Several minutes later, Hagan told me he could “pretty much guarantee” Childress wasn’t going to speak with me. I’d prefer that the coach tell me that and therefore waited outside for perhaps 30 minutes. Nobody came out.
What happened? One guess is that Childress was unaware of Favre’s comments and, when informed, went ballistic. But I don’t know at whom he was screaming. And Hagan insisted that what he said to the coach that set him crazy had nothing to do with Favre. I tend to take a man at his word. It’s one of my weaknesses.
There’s only one thing I want to know: scented soaps for Chilly or good old-fashioned plain white man-soap?