ALAMEDA, Calif. -- The stereotype of an elite receiver of recent vintage goes something like this:
He preens (think Terrell Owens loving him some, well, him).
He poses (think Chad Ochocinco rocking a makeshift Hall of Fame jacket on the sideline).
He mocks foes (think Randy Moss "mossing" a poor, unsuspecting defensive back).
He beats up sideline equipment (think Odell Beckham Jr. busting up the kicking net).
He rides a helicopter to training camp (think Antonio Brown).
Diva? Check. Showman? Double-check. Brash? Bruh.
Amari Cooper is the antitheses.