You Say “Polar Vortex,” I Say “Arctic Front”
It’s been a mild enough, blissfully snow-free Winter in the Twin Cities (at least so far) that overnight dustings — like last night’s — still seem novel if not a bit magical.
The photo above shows one of the many picturesque bridges over the Minnehaha Creek, which is often overshadowed by the city’s crown jewel — the chain of lakes — but is nevertheless one of Minneapolis’ most appreciated (and aesthetic) amenities.
Frozen Football (and Thin-Skinned Opponents)
The other weather shoe drops late tomorrow (Sat. night) — just in time for the Vikings’ playoff game against the Seattle Seahawks — when an old-fashioned Arctic front arrives (the term “polar vortex” is strictly for Millennials).
Good!
Old-timers will recall that frigid temps help do in the Rams (then the Los Angeles Rams) when they regularly faced the Vikings at open-air Metropolitan Stadium in Bloomington in the first round of the playoffs.
Rumor has it that somehow the Vikings offense always got a toasty, sideline-warmed ball to play with, while the Rams’ football was perpetually an ice-cold brick (a precursor, I suppose, to Tom Brady and last year’s “Deflategate”).
Not that it ultimately mattered: the Vikings always got steamrollered in the Super Bowl (0-for 4 lifetime).
P.S.: Apparently, this Sunday’s projected below-zero temps (never mind windchill) are keeping a lid on ticket prices, too.
I know where I’ll be watching the game . . .
See also, “Does the Twin Cities Have an Alter Ego?“
