The Plot Thickens!

So it appears the Tennessee Titans have capitalized on the waiver wire and claimed Randy Moss. Hopefully they're trying to rebuild a receiving corps that plays inconsistently (and historically, secondarily to the Titans' ground game). They're often injured (now Kenny Britt is hurt on top of it) and have the general offensive cohesiveness of a bunch of guys that Jeff Fisher found playing catch in an abandoned lot in Nashville.

With this move, Moss joins a completely loco cast of characters who filled the headlines all summer long with their drama, legal woes, and (apparent) propensity for punching people.* Like any soap opera relationships, I give it about a year.  

In even more hilarious news, some people are speculating that the reason the Vikings released Moss was not due to on-field production, team chemistry, or the way he reacted to the media, but rather because of...catering. (USA Today) Reportedly, Moss did not like the food served at a Vikings post-practice buffet last Friday. So, my readers, suppose you play for the Vikings and get served something nasty, like dog food or maybe Sidney Rice's gimpy hip joint. What do you do?

(a) Don't eat it. Simple.

(b) Force yourself to eat a few bites to look like a good citizen. Image is everything, right?

(c) Launch into a profanity-filled diatribe at the catering company and completely mortify your teammates.

Guess which one Randy Moss did? A member of the Vikings staff allegedly told the head of the catering company that Moss threw similar tantrums "every time [the Vikings] had food." 

Note to self: do not invite Randy Moss to dinner. Mouth-watering picture courtesy of Nadia's Kitchen Online.

Other things of note from the Vikings dinner: Brett Favre rigorously avoided the weiners, Jared Allen tackled the waiter, and someone handed Adrian Peterson the gravy. Which he dropped. Everyone groaned.

More to come later.

*If you go to a party and someone on the Titans asks "did you try the punch?" make sure to duck.