MURPHY AND KERRIGAN – THE NEW IRISH MOB
REDSKINS DRAFT TRENT MURPHY TO REPLACE ORAKPO
Wouldn’t you love to be a fly on the wall when the Redskins brass sits down to discuss Brian Orakpo behind closed doors? It would be delicious to know–EXACTLY–why they don’t feel comfortable with him going forward.
We think we know.
Not a big enough repertoire of pass rush moves. A liability in coverage. Injuries. Simply not good enough to invest in a long-term, mega-millions contract.
Probably a little bit of “all of the above”.
Because clearly, as the “Redskins draft Trent Murphy” headlines became a reality last Friday, the proverbial writing was on the wall. The standout from Stanford is here to take Orakpo’s job.
Murphy may not look the part of an outside speed rusher, and maybe one day he’ll find a long term home in the middle, calling plays for the defense – he has that kind of leadership aura about him.
But for now, the kid is going to butter his bread by getting after the quarterback on the edge. As the NFL Network’s Mike Mayock (who is the best analyst in the business for my money) said, “You don’t get 15 sacks by mistake”. You damn sure don’t get 25 sacks over two years by mistake.
In case you haven’t obsessively scoured every Trent Murphy video on YouTube yet, here’s a montage of his combine workouts:
Outside of the fact that Trent is constitutionally incapable of catching a football, this workout was very impressive indeed. He’s one of those guys that showed up to his first football practice as a youngster, and the coach threw a few balls to him. The passes made a WHAP sound off his hands as they fell to the ground. Coach said “You’re on defense, kid”, and that’s where he’s been ever since.
Now I have to admit – I couldn’t be in front of a TV during the second round of the NFL Draft to due prior commitments, so when my Twitter feed announced “Redskins draft Trent Murphy”, I was like, “Whaaaaa?” This wasn’t the pick I had in mind.
A few days later, here’s the video that made me go from “Whaaaaa?” to saying “I F-ING LOVE THIS PICK!” (sorry about making you watch Jim Rome, but it’s worth it).
There is just so much to like about the young Mr. Murphy.
He almost got kicked off the Stanford team by Jim Harbaugh for being too rough with golden boy Andrew Luck. You wouldn’t describe him as a “high motor” guy – more like stuck in quad turbo overdrive. He exudes a certain tough nosed, classic football player vibe that reminds one of Bronko Nagurski or something.
Do you believe in reincarnation?
SMASHMOUTH BODY, ROCKET SCIENTIST BRAIN
Trent’s attitude seems to be “Let’s all just shut the hell up and play football. Put somebody in my way so I can knock the living snot out of him.”
Here are a few bullet points on his impressive CV:
- Team captain.
- Consensus All-American.
- Led the NCAA in sacks.
- Butkis Award semifinalist.
- Averages almost two tackles for loss per game.
- Durable – 40 consecutive starts.
Oh, and get this: one of his hobbies is…wait for it…STEER WRESTLING. That’s actually true. Fricken’ steer wrestling, man.
Did I mention he was a science major at Stanford? Yeah. He can take down an angry bull with his bare hands and then solve a few quadratic equations as a cool-down.
And as you may have read already, his hands measure almost 12 inches long. In other words, his hand is a foot.
ERIN GO SACK
So if…when…Brian Orakpo departs via free agency in 2015, Murphy will have one year of seasoning under his belt. He’ll be ready to take over the mantle as the Redskins primary outside pass rusher on the blind side of all right-handed quarterbacks.
Hmmm. Ryan Kerrigan on the left. Trent Murphy on the right.
A quick name-origin check shows that the surname Kerrigan is as Irish as Guinness Stout, originating from County Donegal in the northwest corner of the Emerald Isle.
Of course, Murphy is far and away the most common Irish surname.
Without checking the rosters of the other 31 teams in the NFL, I’m going to go out on a limb here and postulate that if this works out as stated, the Redskins will have the only all-Irish bookend pass rushers in the league.
I smell a nickname. Too soon? Naaaaahhhh.
Say hello to the Irish Mob.