That's probably the last words on ricky thing.
This sentence is the best part of it:
The past few days, I've found myself running back a thousand of the former running back's quotes. I've struggled to find sense, whether about his indifference about money (yet, luxury purchases, contract concerns, promoting Paxil for a fee) or his disdain for fame (yet, video game ads, parties sponsored by magazines) or his wish for anonymity (yet, a call-in, tell-all radio show and a uniquely personal Web site) or his desire to spend more time with his kids (yet, long overseas trips) or his apathy about football (yet, working himself into sensational shape).
P.S. Narcotics are e-e-e-evil.