Get your 84 jerseys out, now promptly retire them. In one of the stranger stories of the NFL week, that I’m not sure I still believe yet, Randy Moss retired after 13 enigmatic, problematic and highlight-ridden seasons. Moss was the dream wide-out for the NFL, at 6-4 and a speed demon, he was a nightmare for defenders, when he tried.
You see, and there lies the problem with the storybook on Moss. He was the greatest receiver the NFL had ever seen, when he applied himself. Moss’ attitude allowed him to wast three and a half full years in which he could’ve easily put himself on-pace to catch Jerry Rice in some of the seemingly unattainable NFL receiving records. But Moss just didn’t care, and famously admitted to not trying. Continue reading Eat My Sports: No Moss, señor