Through such delicate enunciation, such care and caution, his raw confidence can go entirely undetected. It's always been that way. Tyrod Taylor hasn't been one to spew grandiose proclamations at any point in his nine-year career.
Publicly, privately, wherever.
He wakes up before anyone, works out before anyone and has stayed strikingly cool and calm through one of the most bizarre quarterback arcs of his era.
There was the wait behind Joe Flacco. Four years of waiting. There were embarrassing slights. Hello, Nate Peterman! There was terrible luck. A concussion ended his career in Cleveland before it had a chance.