It's hard to find a person who influenced me greater in my elementary school years (other than my dad of course) than Herman Moore, the great Detroit Lions wide receiver of the 1990's-early 00's.
Not only was he, along with Barry Sanders, the reason I watched Lion football, but memory of his lanky, freak body catching bombs from Scott Mitchell Sunday after Sunday is forever etched into my mind. That is probably why I still am a fan today. The legends of yesteryear continue to give me hope. (johnnie morton! germane crowell! brett perriman!)
I had his jersey, and still do. I had his cards, and still do. I destroyed other teams with him in Madden renditions on the Nintendo 64. I even had his haircut. (and unfortunately still don't). A dutch boy rocking the Herman Moore 'fade up/steps' haircut at calvin christian elementary was a sight to see. I fondly remember sitting in the chair meticulously directing the haircut ladies how to properly do a do like herman moore's, the basic #2 on the sides just wouldn't cut it for me. they hadn't seen a cut greater. I would then proudly return to our house to display my haircut to my dad, also a proud Herman supporter, to which he would smile big and cheer jealously (wishing he could do the same no doubt). A father could not have been prouder.
So, Herman. Thank you for influencing my life, but mainly, for the fashion pointers. I would have never made it through 3rd-6th grade without the 'Herman Fade'.
