Before we get swept up in the Brendan Sorsby supplemental draft fervor, allow me to remind you of three absolute truisms of the NFL.
One: The list of NFL teams that have “fixed” a quarterback with a pronounced flaw in some way, shape or form is shorter than a baby Pomeranian. We dismiss quarterbacks for being too small. For having a hitch in their throwing motion. For having poor footwork. For throwing deep too often. For throwing deep not often enough. For panicking against the rush. For being too quiet. For being too loud. For studying too much and overcomplicating things. For not studying enough. And, minus the precious, precious few who wind up in a perfect system with an able offensive line and a genius coordinator who will go on to be the head coach somewhere else, these quarterbacks disappear into the ecosystem. While that doesn’t change the perpetual hubris of these coaches, whose immense self-confidence led them to the peak Alpha job in American employment and, thus, the belief that they could turn Tim Tebow into Philip Rivers, the receipts suggest the Quixotic errand this often becomes.
