Any follower of this blog knows that Randy Moss is one of my least favorite people in the NFL. I’m not sure when my contempt for him began, although I can recall several occasions when it was exacerbated. Anyway, I have taken perverse pleasure in how a Super Bowl ring has eluded him -- especially that one close-but-no-cigar year with the Vikings and the infamous 16-1 year with the Patriots.
And now it seems that the coveted ring will elude him forever. One of the more interesting developments of the offseason was the news of Moss' retirement after 13 mixed-review years.
Everyone agrees that Moss was a rare talent, and yet the general consensus was that he was a problem child. They say that he took plays off, that he was hard to coach, that he was sullen and unpredictable, and that he was poison in a locker room. Brad Childress shared some post-mortem thoughts on that theme recently.
Meanwhile, there were some rumors that Moss might be coaxed back out of retirement. He never loved the game as much as Brett Favre, however, and so he might be more inclined to stay retired. One suspects that Favre was happiest when he was playing the game, and so it was (is) hard for him to give it up. In Moss’ case, however, one wonders if he is ever happy.
Whatever the case, it is time for us to wave goodbye to Randy Moss. He was frequently a Packer-killer, as well as a boorish presence on and off the field. For both reasons, I will not miss him, at all.
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