Flipper Anderson, Sports Illustrated for Kids
I like this card because it reminds me of the days when, if a receiver did something completely special and out of the ordinary like HIS JOB, he would celebrate by raising his arms in the air in triumph instead of pretending to slit his throat or pull his pants down. RECEIVERS THESE DAYS AMIRIGHT? In fact, in my humble opinion, Flipper Anderson may have had the greatest touchdown celebration ever, and it came at the expense of my beloved Giants. In the '89 playoffs, the Rams and Giants ended regulation tied. Anderson scored the game-winning play on a 30-yard touchdown pass and Forrest Gump'd it -- he just kept running through the tunnel and into the locker room. If there is a better way to end a game, I do not know it. I mean, I do not like him at all because of that and I think he's the worst. But that was pretty awesome.
Anyway, 1989 was a good year for Flipper.
In 1989, Flipper had the best game ever by an NFL receiver when he gained a record 336 yards on 15 receptions against the New Orleans Saints.
Thirty three points on yards alone, 5-point bonus for over one hundred (only good once), one touchdown for six points ... that's a 44-point fantasy effort in our league. That's the kind of stuff you tell your grandkids about. It's a better story than Flipper Anderson telling his own grandkids about actually doing it, because--let's be honest--who cares?
He finished the season with 44 receptions and an NFL-leading average of 26 yards per catch.
In 1989 Flipper Anderson caught 44 balls for 1,146 yards! That is not even possible. That's almost three first downs a catch. For reference, one time Wes Welker caught 44 passes for 39 yards. True story. Almost true.
When he was a baby, his grandmother nicknamed him Flipper because he sounded like a dolphin when he cried.
Grandma Anderson: Awoken up from a nap. What's that noise? Are we at Sea World?
Mrs. Anderson: It's just Willie, he's crying again.
Grandma: WHO'S WILLIE THERE'S A KILLER DOLPHIN IN THE HOUSE!
Mrs. Anderson: Stop trippin', mom.
Grandma: Oh Lord. Imma call that boy Flipper!
Mrs. Anderson: That's cute.
Grandma: No, I mean Imma call him Flipper forever, like until it sticks. When he's a grown-ass, professional man, people will call him Flipper.
Mrs. Anderson: I hope you're wrong.
Grandma: You watch. Ain't nobody remembering any "Willie Anderson" anyway. I passed six Willie Andersons coming up the stairs this morning. Flipper it is. Boy's gonna be famous.
In what city do the Los Angeles Rams play their home games?
HMMM, TRICKY ONE HOW ABOUT LOS ANGELES DUH MORONS GET A CLUE.
Answer: Anaheim, California