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.Va., into the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio, in his first year of eligibility.
But first, let's return to April 18, 1998 …
Brian Billick, offensive coordinator: "[Coach] Denny Green poked his head in my office before the draft. He says, 'I think we're going to get Randy.' My first thought? What are you smoking, Denny? There was no way."
But there was. Three years earlier, Moss made the first of multiple mistakes that ultimately outweighed his talent.
He was a senior at DuPont High School. A place rife with racial tension. A place where Moss, a multisport superstar, often clashed with white students along a hallway dubbed "Redneck Alley."