Randy Moss was loved and hated, awe-inspiring and lazy, respected and disrespectful, a great teammate and a locker room enemy. Sometimes he was all of these things at once, even within the same game.
He poured out his heart (and his wallet) for disadvantaged kids in Minnesota and back home in West Virginia, but once berated a Vikings caterer claiming he wouldn’t feed the, uh, stuff, to his dog.
He preached to his fellow teammates about the importance of film study, but would routinely take whole plays off during games sometimes barely moving out of his stance. Randy knew how to work the referees and get calls no other receiver could get, but he would blow up at them at a moment’s notice when a call didn’t go his way. Continue reading