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Andrew Luck has signed what is believed to be the largest extension in the history of the NFL, with guaranteed money reportedly trumping the $60M given to Super Bowl champion Russell Wilson.
The Colts simply had to make this move. In an era in which teams will sell their soul for a shot at the next “franchise QB” (hello, Redskins (ironically in the same draft in which the Colts got Luck)), a player possessing the prototypical measurables, the choir boy persona, and the apparent competitiveness of Andrew Luck cannot be allowed on the open market.
But is Luck really that good? As an every week gambling addict, I’ve watched enough Colts games to assert one thing: I have no idea, and anyone who says they do is lying.
Luck can be Flacco 2012 playoff run incredible and then normal Joe Flacco in the same game. Luck vacillates between ironman feats of strength, delivering strikes with defenders draped all over him behind a porous offensive line, and inexplicably terrible decisions that have you wondering if Brandon Weeden snuck his way onto the field.
Luck, who has had the ominous “honor” of leading the league in both passing yards and total interceptions, is still only 26 and seemingly possesses a JJ Watt-type work ethic without the obnoxious vegan-esque compulsion to perpetually remind us he has it.
The Colts had to do this. No GM would dare let Andrew walk or even hit the market after dealing away one of the 5 greatest quarterbacks of all time to make room for him, and watching that same player, Peyton Manning, labor his way to another Lombardi trophy this past season.
In a league in which Colin Kaepernick, Jay Cutler, Sam Bradford, Matt Stafford, Ryan Tannehill, and now Brock Osweiler make $15+ million per season, $20-25M for Luck seems reasonable. But with a 52-man roster, and the strictest salary cap in all of sports, the pressure is on Luck, and the Colts, to bounce back from an undeniably disappointing season.
I’m glad I don’t sign the checks in Indianapolis..
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