Richard is kind of like a thoroughbred horse. Namely, his diet consists of vegetables, fruits and the equivalent of hay. And he neighs a lot. And when he walks into a bar, the bartender asks "why the long face?" Honestly, his new diet is very disturbing and leads one to either lose all respect for him or be frightened terribly or both. Seriously, what is the point of living if a pig, cow, and chicken aren't killed by each person every day? It is a sad day when these evil creatures are allowed to live because of the misguided benevolence of these dastardly herbivores. The diet has not killed him yet, and he seems to have gotten in the best shape he's been in a long time, no doubt by selling his soul to the devil.
Like the Greek warrior Achilles, Rich's biggest weakness resides near his heel. In his case it is the ankle. To defeat Rich in any sort of competition, go for the ankle. Basketball? Ankle. Racquetball? Ankle. Trivia at the bar? Ankle. This method will consistently beat him.
But, beware. For if the ankle does not best him then he is a force to be reckoned with. A Herman Moore in his prime type receiver, he has exceptional hands to go with his height, leaping skills, and very deceptive speed. Not the fastest out there, but makes up any difference by being very agile and reaching his top speed extremely quick. This allows for quick cuts, going deep, or being able to stay with his man on defense, or better yet being an excellent choice to play safety. He should be taken very early.
