Where's Gus Tinucci's apology, Randy Moss?

Randy Moss has had a rotten season.

Tee-hee-hee. Too bad, so sad.

Maybe Karma wants Moss to phone Gus Tinucci?

As we won't soon forget, Moss' second tenure with the Vikings ended early, after he loudly berated free food provided by Tinucci's Restaurant and Catering in Woodbury and Newport and reportedly, stupidly, told Zygi Wilf he should fire coach Brad Childress.

Why the millionaire malcontent didn't suppress his inner restaurant reviewer and just order out we'll never know. Moss' sheer boorishness has been haunting, so I wondered if anybody in the locker room had told Moss to apologize on the spot to Tinucci.

"No," Tinucci said quickly and firmly, adding that it was the first time he'd been asked that question.

"I had a guy on national radio who said, Do you feel you are responsible for Moss losing his job?" said Tinucci, who is still frosted by that one. "I said, 'Are you kidding me? Give me a break.'"

Brett Favre, who is the reason Moss was happy to return to Minnesota, would seem to be someone with the gravitas to call out the wayward wide receiver.

I told Tinucci I had asked Favre about reports that quoted Gus as saying the QB had looked as if he could have beaned Moss with a football. "What'd he say to that?" Tinucci asked.

"You know what," Favre told me, "[I] sat right here and ate and didn't even hear it. I was actually grabbing some food and was going to get some treatment."

Tinucci seemed surprised but didn't want to make an issue of this. He did want it stressed that he was not the one who leaked the Moss incident to the media.

That makes two good reasons that Moss, a grown man, should man-up, call Tinucci and apologize for his uncouth outburst. But Tinucci's not holding his breath.

A former resident of Minnesota, Ryan moved to Hartsville, Tenn., many years ago. Upon learning in October that Ryan had terminal lung cancer, his son Myron Roggeman, who lives in Elk River, called Market Bar-B-Que and ordered $300 worth of ribs before Ryan even thought to request them.

According to restaurant owner Steve Polski, "Myron said his dad's dying wish was to eat Market Bar-B-Que ribs. We sent them. The following Monday, Myron called and said, You remember me? My dad already dropped 12 pounds and he was diagnosed two weeks ago. He said to the doctor, 'You've got to get me better long enough to eat ribs before I croak. I hope God's not a pig. If God is a pig, I'm in a lot of trouble, because I've eaten a lot of ribs.'"

Roggeman, with whom I spoke earlier this month after weeks of trying to track him down, had a footnote to the story:

"One week after my dad died, his best friend, Otto Allenson [of Forest Lake], died. Otto ran a carpet store. He used to call on the phone and order Market Bar-B-Que and send a taxi over to drive the ribs back over to his carpet store. I think Otto's obituary ran the same Sunday as my dad's."

Roggeman's memory was spot on: Market Bar-B-Que fans and best friends Allenson, 77, and Ryan, 72, were together again in the Dec. 1 obits.