Re: The Greatest Postseason Upset of the 1970s
Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 1:41 pm
One that came to mind was 1979 Tampa Bay over Philadelphia. The Eagles announced themselves as a Super Bowl contender with a Monday Night mid-season win at Dallas that got huge publicity, then they finished strong with a 6-1 record over their last 7 games. Wilbert Montgomery had a monster year, Jaworski to Carmichael might have been the best combo in the NFC, and their other young players including Keith Krepfle (18.5 ypc for a TE is pretty good) looked ready to take the next step.
Tampa Bay had regressed agonizingly over the last month, losing three in a row (including a loss to 1-13 SF) before their rain-soaked 3-0 win over KC which was more a point of drowning-avoidance than a football game. Many thought that the clock struck midnight on the Buccaneer Cinderella story, and the Eagles would make a very strong showing while moving on to an NFC Championship rematch with Dallas.
I would say though that the biggest playoff upset of the 1970s was the 1977 Mud Bowl. Since it was such a mud bowl it isn't really remembered as much as a game, but there was some legitimate football played early on before the field became surreal. Going in, the Rams were expected to exact severe revenge for their previous playoff losses to Minnesota, and it didn't seem like the Vikings could do anything about it.
With Tarkenton they were eviscerated by the Rams on MNF earlier in the year, looking very old, weak and slow and completely passed by by the younger, stronger, faster Rams. Now without Tarkenton they figured to be an absolute pushover for a Rams team that earlier that month had beaten Oakland when the Raiders still had an aura about them.
Even Roger Staubach, not one to typically engage in such slighting verbiage, said on the record after beating the Bears in the NFC playoff before the Vikings-Rams game: "I'm sure we're going to play Los Angeles."
As a young Vikings fan, I was utterly cringing at the start of this game, watching the TV while I sat tucked behind a chair all the way in the corner of my parents' bedroom. As the game went on and the Vikings took a lead and did not give it up, I progressed to sit on the chair, then moved to the edge of the bed, then by the fourth quarter to the front of the bed to get as good a view as possible of the 20-inch black-and-white set. I was just so happy that utter humiliation had not descended upon my Vikings-centric world!
Tampa Bay had regressed agonizingly over the last month, losing three in a row (including a loss to 1-13 SF) before their rain-soaked 3-0 win over KC which was more a point of drowning-avoidance than a football game. Many thought that the clock struck midnight on the Buccaneer Cinderella story, and the Eagles would make a very strong showing while moving on to an NFC Championship rematch with Dallas.
I would say though that the biggest playoff upset of the 1970s was the 1977 Mud Bowl. Since it was such a mud bowl it isn't really remembered as much as a game, but there was some legitimate football played early on before the field became surreal. Going in, the Rams were expected to exact severe revenge for their previous playoff losses to Minnesota, and it didn't seem like the Vikings could do anything about it.
With Tarkenton they were eviscerated by the Rams on MNF earlier in the year, looking very old, weak and slow and completely passed by by the younger, stronger, faster Rams. Now without Tarkenton they figured to be an absolute pushover for a Rams team that earlier that month had beaten Oakland when the Raiders still had an aura about them.
Even Roger Staubach, not one to typically engage in such slighting verbiage, said on the record after beating the Bears in the NFC playoff before the Vikings-Rams game: "I'm sure we're going to play Los Angeles."
As a young Vikings fan, I was utterly cringing at the start of this game, watching the TV while I sat tucked behind a chair all the way in the corner of my parents' bedroom. As the game went on and the Vikings took a lead and did not give it up, I progressed to sit on the chair, then moved to the edge of the bed, then by the fourth quarter to the front of the bed to get as good a view as possible of the 20-inch black-and-white set. I was just so happy that utter humiliation had not descended upon my Vikings-centric world!