Carson Wentz Has Tougher, More Rugged Nuts Than You And I Combined
Must read stuff from The Players Tribune
Granted, I have been all on the Carson Wentz train since it starting picking up steam and headed to Philly last week, but Jesus. How does this post from The Players Tribune about Wentz not get even the largest hater of the trade we made last week a little excited? Let’s break some of this puppy down, shall we?
“You don’t get through winters with an average temperature of 12.8° without being a certain kind of tough — the cracked-skin-dried-blood kind of tough. That toughness comes in handy in a place like North Dakota. You see, up there, jamming your numb fingers against someone’s ice-cold helmet happens every practice. Getting decked on the cement-like dirt is just how a play ends. And here’s the thing: I love it.”
Let’s just state the obvious here: I don’t know if Wentz had any help writing this piece (I am sure he did), but who ever decided to construct the first few sentences like this believe that he is heading to Philly Thursday night. Not Los Angeles, that is for damn sure. The line “Cracked-skin-dried-blood kind of tough” is just an unreal blurb of seven words.
“Because in North Dakota, we don’t care for flash or dazzle. That’s not our game. We don’t do things the fanciest way. We do them the right way.”
Just two giant red-headed fingers to Jared Goff and his LA “Shakka brah” attitude. I love a QB who is a little pissed off and it seems like throughout this whole piece, Wentz is not a happy camper with the haters.
“Some of my competitiveness is God-given — but a whole lot of it was developed during weekend wiffle ball games with big bro.”
Listen, I’m sure my man Carson has seen his fair share of insane wiffle ball games, but I can guarantee he couldn’t put together a squad against my gang of misfits and I up at the ole’ Quinnipiac York Hill common grounds. You ever play with a field that is half gravelly grass and the other half street with passing cars and a fire hydrant in the middle of the field? That is when you separate the men and the boys. Hell, I have been battling through a torn PCL to still batt in the high .200s. (yes, challenging Carson Wentz to wiffle ball is going to be MY thing. Let me be.)
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“The best way to learn how to win is to be around winners. There wasn’t one game at North Dakota State where the entire team did not prepare with the mentality that we’re going to win. Even if we were playing a power five school that had us completely outmatched on paper, we expected to win.”
Cocky and confident, what is there not to love? This is just one blurb, but the whole piece is him talking about how he always wants to win and how he doesn’t shy away from it, unlike some people… looking at you Sammy Sleeves…
“The difference now is that I’m 6? 5?, 237 pounds, and have been carefully developed into one of the best football prospects in America.”
He is a BIG boy. I have heard for the past six days about how Carson Wentz is a lot like Big Ben, and that really excites me. If you watch tape then you see he has feet and can move, but also isn’t afraid of standing in the pocket and delivering a damn good throw. Could he turn out to suck and be a complete disaster? Sure, it is Philadelphia after all, nothing every works out for us. But I just don’t see it. Wentz is the real deal if you ask me and that’s even with him being a ginger with patches of weird facial hair who lives in North Dakota.