2000 was by far his best year. He was putting up Faulk-type numbers during that season. If he hadn't gotten hurt, we just might have challenged for the NFC Championship.
RW is a great football player with a LOT of heart. He's an AWESOME blocker and a determined player who, like Turley, didn't stop until the "echo of the whistle".
But a few things wore thin on the fans and his coaches and teammates:
But I was so miserable by the end of my second year in New Orleans that I was ready to quit football and go play baseball if my agents hadn't told me I'd have to give back so much money to do it. I even had them call the Texas Rangers to ask about the possibility anyway.
I was in San Diego, spending my days catching, throwing and hitting baseballs while my Saints teammates got ready for football without me. I was in football shape, but I was only physically devoted to the game, not mentally devoted, and I was flat afraid to go back to New Orleans.
The problem wasn't with the city, the sport, my teammates or my coach, even though I blamed all of them at one time or another.
Read the rest of the article and get the man's own words, condeming his own actions.
You want to know something?
It never really got better. Every offseason we'd get this story of how he'd changed, how he'd matured, how he was a different person. But every year it was the same thing, even after he found out about his social anxiety disorder and got on Paxil. The fans LOVED Ricky, and supported him. We thought he'd change.
But he didn't.
Ricky has heart. He's a great player. He doesn't stop on the field, and a change to sunny Miami, more like his beloved San Diego than New Orleans, was what he needed. We didn't dump him. We did what was best for him, and best for both our team and yours.
And that's the bottom line.