Happy Birthday To The GOAT

RAND U. ONE CLAP. STRAIGHT CASH HOMIE. Randy Gene Moss. The GOAT. I’m not here to argue. I’m sure Jerry Rice will comment his career stats at the bottom and have been thrown off a moving train at a later date. I don’t care. My blog my GOAT and that for me will forever be Rand, West Virginia’s own Randy Moss. In high school, he dominated and set records. In college, he dominated and set records. In the NFL, he dominated and set records. In the fishing world, I assume he dominates and sets records.

On the field, off the field, on television Sunday mornings, anything he does is must watch. I mean he balled with White Chocolate and Tom Brady in the same lifetime. That’s some Forrest Gump type shit that shouldn’t make any sense.

He is the measuring stick to which all receivers are measured when they enter the League.

And even to which other GOATs need to be measured.

Plus, he’s one of the few to ever walk this Earth cool enough to wish himself a happy birthday.

G.O.A.T.