A Eulogy for the Career of Kevin Kolb
Oh, Kevin Kolb, we hardly knew thee. With news that the Buffalo Bills have brought in not one, but two replacement quarterbacks leading up to their final preseason game against the Detroit Lions, Kolb is no doubt sitting on the edge of a dock somewhere, watching the sun go down over Lake Erie and thinking long and hard about his future in the NFL.
The argument could be made that the Bills were simply playing it safe when they signed Matt Leinhart and traded for Thaddeus Lewis on Sunday, but Tim Graham of The Buffalo News has reported that the team is concerned that this latest Kolb-cussion may be his last as a professional quarterback. Given Kolb’s extensive injury history (including several prior concussions), that concern is legitimate.
This is a shame for Kolb, who has been plagued by injuries his entire career and will no doubt be remembered as another “what-if?” quarterback. There was a point in time, in the not-so-distant past, where Kolb was viewed by many as the heir-apparent franchise QB in Philadelphia. A few years of inconsistent play and nagging injuries later, and it appears that Kolb’s career might be at an end.
As a Bills fan, I was less than thrilled when the team signed Kolb following the release of Ryan Fitzpatrick. It seemed to be a lateral move at best, and most likely a downgrade over the former Harvard signal-caller. After all, FitzMagic may have been wildly inconsistent, but at least the guy could take a hit. On some level, it’s nice to have that opinion validated, but it’s important at times like these to remember that Kevin Kolb is a human being, and one who’s been dealt an unfortunate hand.
Of course, that well of sympathy tends to dry up pretty quickly when you consider that after seven years of playing a sport rather badly, Kolb will likely never have to work another day in his life, thanks to the millions of dollars he has earned throughout his underwhelming career.
Kolb has survived by fans of the Buffalo Bills, Arizona Cardinals and Philadelphia Eagles who remember him for his charming Texas accent, terrible pocket-presence and lifelong struggle with brittle bone disease.