Injuries and Greatness

All right, as promised, I'm here with the details from last night's game. We lost, and I got injured. There. That's what happened.

No, no, I'm sorry. I'll try not to be so short with you. I just hate losing. (But who really enjoys it anyway? You always here people say, "I hate losing," as if they were revealing some deep and profound secret.)

But anyway, my injury really wasn't as bad as that. In fact, I'd be hard-pressed to even call it an "injury." All I really did was bruise my ring finger a little coming down with a catch. But I'm like the littlest, tiniest baby, and it hurts quite a bit--especially since, like, fifty people decided that today was the day when they would all find me and administer ludicrously firm, finger-crunching handshakes.

The game itself was about as enjoyable as a loss can be. The team made a gallant fourth quarter comeback, cutting the deficit to two points after being down by three touchdowns. We even had a shot to win it with a Hail Mary at the end, but it just didn't work out.

We really could've used Randy Moss on that last play.

That, of course, was a completely unoriginal way to segue into talking about this interesting article I found about my favorite wide receiver. The article is written by a Dallas reporter, and it basically makes the case that Randy Moss is the best player in the NFL. I just find it curious how, the more I look at articles from around the country, the more I see articles naming Culpepper and Moss as the premiere players in the National Football League. But when I read articles from Minnesota and listen to local fans talk, I still find ill feelings harbored against those two players.

Well, maybe this season will change all that.

Before I go, here's another article on the greatness of Culpepper to Moss.

And for those of you who aren't football fans and could care less about Randy Moss, don't worry. In my next post I'll be talking about your particular interests.

Guaranteed.