Here’s what our own Andrew Sharp wrote yesterday in a column about Chris Johnson:
Maybe it’s because of his name. Yeah, probably his name. “Chris Johnson.” It sounds silly, but part of greatness is mystique, and a name goes a long way toward myth-making. Like, “Randy Moss” just sounds like someone that was born to be a superstar.
If the Titans running back, were named, say, Jamario Moon, maybe he’d be more famous. Even if he were named Chris John-ston, there’d be more of that mystique. It sounds stupid, I know, but really: “Chris Johnson?” Is that a white linebacker for Penn State? Can we have a mulligan on the Chris Johnson naming process? Or maybe he could just switch names with Lendale White for the next ten years. That’d work too.
And this is from Bill Simmons today:
Chris Johnson has become this generation’s Barry Sanders, only he doesn’t seem to be resonating the same way. You know what kills him? Bad name. “Chris Johnson” is boring. He could be anyone. Now, if his name were Crispus Johnson? Home run. He’d have reached Barry status two months ago.
Probably just a coincidence. Yeah. Definitely a coincidence. Great minds, and all that.
Ed. note: For the record, I was being serious when I wrote that this was a coincidence. Just found it interesting that both our writer and the Sports Fella had the same thought about Chris Johnson. We all know Simmons doesn't read sports blogs.