Upon hearing about the retirement of Randy Moss I immediately wanted to sit down and write an ode of sorts to the player that changed the face of the modern NFL.
I wasn’t able to do it, partly because I am mostly convinced that the Moss era isn’t finished quite yet.
Moss was about as exciting to watch as any receiver in the existence of the game, with the ability to change football history on any given Sunday. He played like he was his team’s rowdiest fan, wearing his emotions on his sleeve, and riding the NFL franchise rollercoaster as if he were a season ticket holder.
When he thought the offensive strategy needed to change, he yelled it. When the refs blatantly messed up, he squirted water at them. When some lowly Packer fans mooned the team bus, retaliation was in order. When he thought the head coach should be fired, he let his opinion be known. When he was disgusted with his team’s performance, he tried to beat the traffic by leaving early.
Don’t get me wrong, fans pay for the privilege of doing those things, while players are paid to do the exact opposite of quit. Also, plenty of Moss’ antics were maddening including his inhuman comments about the Marshall plane crash, his drug use, and taking a traffic officer for an involuntary ride on the hood of his car.
Still, Randy Moss was a guy that had fun catching passes for touchdowns and winning football games. Like Cris Carter, Moss could be delayed entering the Hall of Fame because of his mouth and off field actions, but my favorite football play ever is just one of the many reasons he will eventually be enshrined.
Here it is: