Vikings fans seek revenge on the San Francisco 49ers for Week 1, 2015
Horror Show In The Bay
Talk about dropping your chicken wing.
The 49ers quite unknown new running back, Carlos Hyde, ran roughshod over the Vikings, with 26 carries for 168 yards. Colin Kaepernick added 41 more and the Niners totaled out at 231 yards on the ground.
His counterpart, the returning Adrian Peterson, dropped a dud, running 10 times for 31 yards.
The San Francisco defense looked like a cement wall against the Viking ground game, and Minnesota mustered only cumulative 71 running yards in the game.
Initially, things didn’t seem so bad. The 49ers stalled on an early drive and safety Andrew Sendejo blocked a San Francisco field goal attempt.
Not long after, the Vikings had a chance to score first with kicker Blair Walsh lined up for a 44-yarder.
He missed, wide to the left.
It was a tragic harbinger for his last kick–and miss–of the 2015 season (a home playoff loss to the Seattle Seahawks), and all the 49ers needed to see from the Viking offense for the rest of the night.
Instead, we watched number 28–in 49ers’ colors–shoot and spin through holes in the Viking’s offensive line, racking up 25 total first downs.
Later in the fourth quarter, Hyde and the 49er offense pushed the ball downfield with a simple power game that the Vikings didn’t have the strength or stamina to stop.
Vikings’ fans squirmed on their couches, barstools, and favorite chairs everywhere as they witnessed their team stink up the joint.
Is there anything more agonizing than watching your team being run on over and over, the defense being exhausted by the opponent’s time of possession and the official’s yardage chains being moved again and again?
I don’t think so.
But that’s what happened three years ago this weekend.
It may not be Game of Thrones type of stuff, but I think we’d like to see a little payback. I am certain that head coach Mike Zimmer has not forgotten about that game and I know several friends of the Viking faithful who have not either.
I am certain (as we all should be) that San Francisco fields a team with the talent and potential to embarrass all of us again.
But we’re not going to let that happen.
It will indeed be a dish served cold, three years hence a thrashing on a battlefield in the Bay, but let us serve it to this band of upstart San Francisco 49ers and make them eat it.
Because on Sunday afternoon we will again hunker down, raise our heads, our glasses, and our chicken wings to the Minnesota Vikings, wanting victory–and if by means possible–total dominance.
SKOL.