So far in this offseason, the grand majority of the writer’s ink has been consumed by the lockout, the draft, and then, like a boomerang aiming for the worst part of the anatomy, back to the lockout again.
Talk surrounding the San Diego Chargers has mainly focused on the draft, first-round pick Corey Liuget, and the hopes of a city resting on his huge shoulders. If you run out of things to write about with Liuget, write about Darren Sproles and his pending free agency. No Sproles, maybe Vincent Jackson. No Jackson, dig up something about how hapless Los Angeles will snag away the Bolts and return them to their original home—L.A.’s pitiful record with professional football teams notwithstanding.
How funny, then, that people should forget the franchise player himself, the smack-talking, sidearm-throwing, melon-headed quarterback from Alabama wearing No. 17; the guy you love unless he is playing against you.
If you are one of the AFC West teams, you long for the days of yore when it was perfectly acceptable to boil people in oil or stick them into an iron maiden, because that's exactly where AFC West teams would want Philip Rivers.
There are some QBs that are destined for greatness, regardless of whether that coveted big ring is on their fingers once they step away from the game for good.
Just what makes a QB great varies. Some like Marino will put up the numbers. Some will have that one unforgettable game, like Joe Namath. Some will win Super Bowl after Super Bowl like Montana.
This article recounts Philip Rivers’ path to greatness in five acts, in chronological order, or his five greatest games in pro football.
There will be plenty of guffaws and scoffs here from Rivers’ peers and critics. But, Super Bowl ring or none, even those will have to grudgingly agree that he is a QB for the ages.