I heard it on the Bob and Brian show earlier this week and thought they were yankin’ my chain. Then I heard it in a few other places. I guess when Favre pulled up to the Lambeau drive-thru and placed his order for a wide receiver in 2007, they asked “Can we supersize that for you?” Favre replied “Yes, please. Make it a Randy Moss.”

You know who he is, right? I know you’d recognize him by the car he drives: a Lexus with a police officer grill.

I’m willing to suspend all arguements in my head about whether he still has the talent and desire to play top-tier NFL football. Let’s assume for the moment that his two years in Oakland didn’t happen. The drop in total receiving yards per season didn’t drop from the 1500’s to the 500’s. And his touchdowns didn’t fall from low-mid teens per season down to three in 2006. Let’s forget all that for just a minute.

He still is one of the top egos in the NFL. I mean, if I were to call you on the phone and say:

“QUICK! The school bully has been eating churritos all day and has your son pinned to the ground and is threatening to fart in his face unless you can name the top 5 egos in the NFL!”

You’d immediately sputter out:

Terrell Owens
“Terrell Owens!”

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Randy Moss
“Randy Moss!”

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Brian Billick
“Brian Billick!”

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Chad Johnson
“Ocho Cinco! (but in a fun way.)”

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LaDainian Tomlinson
“LaDainian Tomlinson!”

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Unfortunately, my next words would be - “Uh, you’d better stop at the grocery store and pick up some tomato juice for your kids face“, because Tomlinson is as workman-like as they get.

My worry is that our newish head coach Mike McCarthy wouldn’t be able to handle a top-5 NFL ego. Not yet, anyway. A ego like that can turn the newspapers and local radio and television media into a game of locker room jarts. A team can end up spending a non-earmarked share of their time doing damage control instead of game-planning. I don’t know if a sophomore coach can handle that.

Mike McCarthyWell, maybe he can. He didn’t polish Favre’s helmet the way Sherman did each time he threw a pick. (Yes, I said “polish his helmet”. Take that however you’d like. ) In fact, he got right in his face and chewed him out, all the while giving him the stink-eye.

Only, how do you know which one of them is giving you the stink eye? I mean really, I might wet myself if someone wearing this face just walked up and asked me for the time.

Hmm. Maybe Moss in green wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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