Jared Goff and Carson Wentz went 1-2 to the Rams and Eagles, respectively, in the 2016 NFL draft.
Unlike the 1-2 scenario of Peyton Manning and Ryan Leaf in the 1998 draft, at this stage it doesn’t seem to be the case that either Goff or Wentz will flame out like a falling star like Leaf.
Goff and Wentz are two of the bright young quarterbacks in the league. Golden boys with golden arms and golden dreams.
Sunday they both threw four touchdown passes as the Rams whipped the Giants 51-17 to reach 6-2 and the Eagles hogtied the Broncos 51-23 to go 8-1.
Picking quarterbacks who robustly ripen mostly is a fool’s errand. For every stud there is a bust.
So far it seems the Rams and the Eagles found it as easy as picking corn in 2016.
You have to give it to the Trump administration … it has been spectacularly entertaining since its inception.
Never mind that our Fearless Leader, aka Donald Trump, has said that it runs with the synchronization of a Swiss watch.
That is fake news.
Apparently colluding with the Russians is something Trump folks have more than dabbled in. Perhaps Hillary Clinton, too.
God, isn’t America sweeter than apple pie?
No wonder that Sarah Huckabee Sanders always looks like she either swallowed a lemon or a cockroach. Or perhaps both.
It was a magical Monday night for the Philadelphia Eagles.
Carson Wentz was laying down his Superman cover in a big way, completing 68 percent of his passes for 268 yards, four touchdowns and a gaudy passer rating of 126.3.
But his Houdini impression on a remarkable scramble was perhaps his most memorable moment. On 3rd-and-8 at the beginning of the fourth quarter, Wentz was seemingly sacked well behind the line of scrimmage. At least everyone thought. But that’s when the 6-5, 237-pound quarterback somehow emerged from the pile and scrambled ahead for 17 yards.
The Birds are 6-1 and Super Bowl fever in the Delaware Valley sprawling all the way to good ol’ Berks is getting contagious.
A big however … the Eagles confirmed the bad news Tuesday: Linebacker Jordan Hicks and left tackle Jason Peters are out for the season.
Hicks ruptured his Achilles two snaps into the Eagles’ 34-24 win over the Redskins on Monday Night Football. Peters was carted off in the second half with a torn ACL and MCL.
That is a double ouch on both sides of the football.
Next man up is the philosophy.
But as we have seen countless times, all men were not created equal when it comes to football ability.
The Eagles are 4-1 and a familiar, fundamental impulse stirs within Iggles Nation — the possibilities seem enormous.
And before the Earth turns much farther, will the Birds still be awesome to behold?
Philly plays the 4-1 Panthers Thursday night at Carolina.
After that game, will Carson Wentz & Company still be able to look in the mirror, see that all is good on the march to the Super Bowl, and be pleased?
Nobody, of course, really knows. Which is why they play the game.
Carson Wentz had a good Sunday, playing Dodgeball behind his OL while making big throws downfield to lead the Eagles to a 30-17 victory over the Redskins in the season opener.
Cara Mudd also had a good Sunday, winning the Miss America 2018 title.
Who would have thought two North Dakota folks could ascend to such heights? I thought folks there just went hunting and rassled with bears and resembled frozen hams during the winter.
Wentz and Mudd both went to the same high school and she dropped his name in her acceptance speech.
Yep, the epicenter of the universe now is North Dakota.
The improbable fight had the probable ending Saturday night when Floyd Mayweather, out of a two-year retirement at age 40 to take on UFC 155-pound champion and novice boxer Conor McGregor, won on a 10th-round technical knockout.
The whole farce was illogical.
Mayweather, hardly the greatest fighter of his time anymore as time has sapped the spring in his legs, reached 50-0 and made up to perhaps $300 million for beating a guy who once upon a time shouldn’t have been in the same zip code as Floyd and hardly would have hit him.
The fact that McGregor even had remote success, however fleeting, against Mayweather demonstrated that Mayweather is no longer magnificent.
There was a time when his vaunted and ultra-effective shoulder roll defensive style not only eliminated all potential targets for an opponent, but allowed Mayweather to stay in position for a hard counter when making his opponent miss. Floyd was the master of it.
Mayweather in his prime was a splendidly plumed bird who wrote on the wind a singular kind of poetry of the body. His hands whipped out and back like the pistons of an enormous and magnificent engine. He had lightning in his feet and fire in his hands until they turned brittle with overuse.
His legacy stacks up in the pantheon of the ring, a sensational stylist who always will remain vivid in the folds of time.
Granted, Mayweather exits the fight game with an unblemished record. But undefeated? Only Father Time is undefeated. And Father Time is the guy responsible for the erosion of Mayweather’s once supreme skills.
I know that this Russian nonsense is just so much fake news because as we all know, the Russians love all Americans as dearly as our president loves the Russians.
Look for Putin to defect to the U.S. any day now. Now there’s real fake news!
Perhaps the only folks Trump loves more than Russians are his 35 million Twitter followers, many of whom have to be briefed on how to eat their cornflakes.
Early Saturday morning Trump tweeted his gratitude to a social media super fan, Nicole Mincey, magnifying her praise of him to his 35 million followers who are stuck to him like Super Glue.
Here’s the problem: There is no evidence the Twitter feed belongs to someone named Nicole Mincey. And the account, according to experts, bears a lot of signs of a Russia-backed disinformation campaign.