If you asked an Eagles fan for the best Carson Wentz play they remembered, I think you’d get one of three options. You could get the Washington first down scramble, the vanishing act ripe with that taut, rich moment of uncertainty before explosive disbelief. You might get the Washington touchdown to Nelson Agholor, an off-platform flick from the ground which was once the pocket, through which Wentz had darted in and out, defensive linemen had tumbled and dove. You may still get the the Seattle heave to Agholor, born of the desperation of a 3rd and 14, a two-score deficit in the fourth; the genius only inspired by the utter lack of anything to lose.
The Quarterback Who Never Says Die
