At this point, Adrian Peterson could tell me that he’s discovered a way to turn everything into bacon, and I’d believe him. He could also say that he’s working to establish public restrooms for pets and I’d believe him too, because that’s a real thing somewhere.

Last August we all assumed Peterson would turn into pixie dust after he suffered a major knee injury in the final week of the 2011 season, and although he increased his practice participation during training camp, he wasn’t on the field for a single pre-season snap. Then all he did was come only nine yards short of breaking Eric Dickerson’s single-season rushing record. He’s now one of only seven running backs in the history of the NFL to rush for more than 2,000 yards in a season, and his 2,097 yards were 484 yards ahead of second place Alfred Morris.

Yeah, his season was pretty alright. Now he wants to do more next year.

A lot more.

Peterson made the rounds on Radio Row yesterday down in New Orleans, which usually consists of conversing with talking human bowls of chicken wings while carrying around a sweat umbrella (available at your local Wal-Mart). That’s when he dropped this ambitious goal during an interview with Dan Patrick:

“I set the mark for 2,500. If you reach for the stars and fall short, you’re still there.”

While his new goal is noble, it also feels like sheer lunacy. It would require dusting Dickerson’s mark by, oh, nearly 400 yards. For further perspective, consider that Peterson would need to average 156.25 rushing yards per game next year. This year, he averaged a still absurd 131.1 along with six yards per carry. To raise that per game average by 25 yards would be a little too Herculean. Alright, way too Herculean.

But again, doubting Peterson at this point is like asking your grandmother if her blueberry pie is store bought. You invite immediate embarrassment and scorn, and worse, a pie in the face.