Excitement, suspense, surprise and awe ruled wild card weekend in the NFL. Close games, upsets, overtime and astonishing performances rewarded diehard and casual fans alike. Then a brute named Randy Moss had to go and try to spoil it all. By pretending to moon the Green Bay fans after catching a TD pass, Randy brought reality thundering back to earth, reminding us that we live in an age, not of humility and teamwork, but of arrogance.
Moss tries to justify his actions by calling his antics a "celebration". Indeed, pundits seem to call all such demonstrations "endzone celebrations" as if that is what they are. I disagree. Celebrations are occassions of joy shared with others. Celebrating is a social event, a reaffirmation of connectedness to other people. "I am joyful; come share my joy." An endzone celebration occurs when a player scores then hands a game ball to a child in the stands; jubilantly throws the ball into the stands; jumps up and down like an excited kid; leaps into the stands to touch and share his happiness with the fans; high fives his teammates; jumps into their arms; or ends up beneath a pile of grateful, excited fellow warriors. Those are celebrations -- jubilation we all can share.
What Moss did in the endzone was a dance of arrogance -- an "arro-dance" for lack of a better term. Just look at the dictionary definition of arrogance and see if you do not agree
"The act or habit of arrogating, or making undue claims in an overbearing manner; that species of pride which consists in exorbitant claims of rank, dignity, estimation, or power, or which exalts the worth or importance of the person to an undue degree; proud contempt of others"
If ever there was an action that speaks of exalting the worth of a one's self to an undue degree or proud contempt of others, it was that Moss moon schtick. Grow up Randy. You're not that great.