Their recent spat highlighted their obstinate natures but should not obscure a delicious possibility for two of the greatest and most fascinating athletes ever to pay taxes in Minnesota:
Cris Carter and Randy Moss should enter the Pro Football Hall of Fame together, even if they go in shouting insults at each other from the dais.
What would be more fitting, for two men whose careers were so similar and so entwined? Carter and Moss will always be linked by their proclivity for spectacular catches and self-centered behavior. Both came to Minnesota when few other teams wanted them and turned football into ballet, while proving maddening to opposing defensive backs and their own teammates.
Attitudes aside, both belong in the Hall. Both clear every statistical bar while passing the eyeball test. You could not watch either in his prime without concluding, via retina or calculator, that you were in the presence of greatness.
Carter has wrongly been denied entrance into the Hall. Moss will be eligible for induction in 2016. While Carter shouldn't have to wait that long for enshrinement, he might have to. And if he's going to wait, he might as well wait for his former understudy and current foil.
I was covering the Vikings when each arrived. In 1990, the Philadelphia Eagles, fed up with Carter's erratic behavior, waived him. The Vikings put in a claim. Carter arrived as angry and defiant as a young Moss, then began turning his life around, transforming himself from a man who almost destroyed his own career to one who could not tolerate laziness in others.
Late in his career, I asked Carter how he had sustained excellence at an advanced age. He described torturous workouts and listed members of his support staff, from nutritionist to chef to chiropractor to massage therapist. The former outcast had become the CEO of his career.
Moss, like Carter, arrived angry and driven. Carter had been cut by a team; Moss had been dismissed by 20, falling to the Vikings, who owned the 21st pick in the 1998 draft.