The evidence is in, and now it's time for a verdict. Would you determine that Rice is a man from Mars or simply a man from Mississippi who once chased down wild horses and rode them bareback? Is he really an anatomical freak, or is his mutation somewhere deep within his soul, a twisted self-assessment gene in which his very being is defined by an ability to overcome apparently insurmountable challenges?
Both arguments are compelling. Perhaps you'll conclude that it doesn't really matter. That when all is said and done, Jerry Rice is just exceptional.