Spent about an hour with Randy Moss at the zoo that is Media Day today at the stadium in Glendale.

A reporter friend from Boston told me that he’s been unbelievably different than advertised before he arrived, that in fact he’s the opposite, as if Bill Belichick is kneeling behind him pulling on the puppet strings. The guy has gulped the Kool-Aid.

After Moss did his whole thing—politely, graciously, patiently—and put the team ahead of himself at every opportunity, another guy in the newspaper business suggested that it wasn’t really Moss, but a pod programmed to spit out Belichick-isms in Patriotese.

I kept looking up at the nametag above the podium where he sat, to make sure it actually did say “Randy Moss.” It did.

He said, “excuse me” when he hiccupped. He apologized when he couldn’t hear a question. He took time and patience to listen to and answer several questions from a young boy, maybe 9 years old, sent out by a kids TV station. He even ignored some of his teammates who were trying to distract him in order to fully answer every question.

Although he did admit that the main reason he was there for the whole hour was that he got a letter from the NFL saying that he’d be fined a lot of money if he didn’t.

I’ll tell you this, the guy was convincing as heck. Humble.

I’m writing a column about him for The Journal News and LoHud.com tomorrow.