The Prodigal Son Returns

I'm Back In The Saddle

Randy Moss, the prodigal son, after years of squandering his talent, has returned home to Minnesota.
Randy said to Brad, Coach, I have sinned against the league and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called a Viking.

But Brad said to his coaches, Quickly! Bring me the best robe and put it on Randy. Put a ball in his hand and cleats on his feet. Open the cafeteria and bring the best food. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this player of mine was dead and is alive again. He was lost and is now found.

The Holy Gospel according to Coach Childress. Amen.

Yes Viking fans, Moss is back in town. Brett Favre again has a deep threat target to stretch the field. To lesson the blitz, to eliminate 8 and 9 men in the box to slow Peterson, to catch touchdowns, to win games, to beat the Jets, and win the ring he so dearly covets.

And his return is none to soon. The Vikings are 1-2 and are facing a brutal remaining schedule and will need the offense at peak operating performance to advance to the playoffs. Moss will still command a double team opening up opportunities for Harvin, Berrian, and Shaincoe. It will also leave one or more men out of the box helping Peterson to gain even more yards. Fewer men in the box, less blitzes on Favre, more time to throw, more time to read the defense. The whole team wins.

And one more thing to ponder before I end this post with an old Lorne Greene song, If Moss signs for three more years and clicks with Brett Favre, does this entice Favre to return for three more years. After all, there is only one more record that he doesn’t have. Most seasons played, held by former Raider quarterback, George Blanda, 26 seasons.

With Randy’s return, lets face, his reputation was tarnished leaving and dying in the black hole known as Oakland. Moving to New England, he set individual records and flirted with a perfect season and super bowl victory. Returning home, hopefully, he has the same mentality he had as a rookie wanting to tear up the league. Moss scores a TD Monday night. Perhaps Favre’s 500th TD pass.

The following lyrics is a remix of Lorne Greene’s famous cowboy song titled Ringo.

He lay face down in the Oakland sand
Clutching a football in his hand.
Left behind his career was dead
But under his heart was an ounce of dread.
But a spark still burned so I used my knife
And late that night I saved the life, of Randy.
Randy… Randy…

I Coached him till the danger past
The days went by, he learned so fast.
Then from dawn to setting sun
He practiced on his deadly run.
And hour and hour I watched in awe
No human being could match the draw, of Randy.
Randy…. Randy.

One day we rode the mountain crest
And he went East and I went West.
I went to Dallas and wore a star
While he spread terror near and far.
With speed and leaps he gained such fame
All through the league they feared the name, of Randy.
Randy…. Randy.

I knew some day I’d face the test
Which one of us would be the best.
And sure enough the word came down
That he was playing in my town.
I left the team out in the street
And I went in alone to meet, Randy.
Randy…. Randy.

They said my speed was next to none
But my lightning peddle had just begun.
When I felt a hit that stung my wrist
The ball went flying by my wrist.
And I was looking down the bore
Of the deadly 84, of Randy.
Randy… Randy.

They say that was the only time
That anyone had seen him smile.
He slowly lowered his hand and then
He said, we’re even friend.
And so at last I understood
That there was still a spark of good, in Randy.
Randy…. Randy..

I blocked the path of his retreat,
He turned and stepped not missing a beat.
A million New England fans were jaded
A moment later, he was traded.
The Vikes began to shoot and cheer
No one in Boston shed a tear, for Ringo.
Randy… Randy.

The story spread throughout the land
That I had beaten Randy’s hand.
And it was just the years they say
That made me put my cleats away.
But on game day they can’t explain
The tarnished star above the name, of Randy.
Randy… Randy.

SKOL VIKINGS!

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