Jim Marshall is a man of considerable enterprise. He skydives and sells portable telephones; he used to peddle wigs and manage a rock group called Danny's Reasons. He also has a less frivolous job. Every Sunday afternoon he and the other three behemoths who make up the Minnesota Viking defensive line terrorize National Football League quarterbacks. "Our job," says Marshall, "is to meet at the quarterback." He and his fellow Vikings do just that—as violently and efficiently as any frontline foursome in the game. They are the chief reason why the Vikings...
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