April 18, 1998, draft day, was a date that re-energized a proud franchise, awakened its slumbering fan base and birthed one of the most electrifying careers in the 99-year history of the NFL. This story is how a Vikings playoff team that didn’t need a receiver and was picking 21st landed one of the greatest ever.
Or, perhaps, the greatest, eh SuperFreak?
“I’m the best receiver that’s ever played,” Randy Moss told the Star Tribune last fall. “Hands down. All day. There shouldn’t even be a discussion.”
Saturday night, Moss’ journey reaches a grand finale that will enshrine the once poor, often troubled kid from little Rand, W.