CB Marcus Peters Traded to Rams

Woah, When did the Rams turn into a real football team? Jared Goff isn’t the Ryan Leaf that the world thought he was. Todd Gurley is Offensive POY with 2,000 yards this season. No one really knows who Cooper Kupp is, but he’s the team’s leading receiver. Even HC Sean McVay is a play-calling monster, and he’s only about 19 years old. And now, the Los Angeles Rams have the best young DB in the nation.

Los Angeles was able to gift away a “package” of draft picks to the Kansas City Chiefs for Peters (Rapoport, NFL). Although I am not one to harp on trades before the New League Year starts on March 14, this trade is bananas… B-A-N-A-N-A-S *Read in Hollaback Girl Voice*. No disrespect to KC, obviously they’re trying to clean house and change the direction of their franchise, but this is not Alex Smith, this is Marcus Peters. He’s an All Pro, a Defensive Rookie of the Year, and he’s only 25. I understand getting rid of Alex Smith because Pat Mahomes II is the future of the Chiefs, but so was Marcus Peters!

Peters will be joining the ranks of defensive powerhouses like Alec Ogletree and Aaron Donald, providing their defense even more room to develop. Between their offensive fluidity, defensive studs, and the notoriously ballsy behavior of the special team’s unit; the Rams look good. I will go ahead and predict that they’ll be the favorite for winning the NFC West again next year, which is saying a lot due to the return of Garoppolo and David Johnson.

This trade has far more foreseeable potential on the West coast than it does in the barbeque town. Chiefs may very well prove me wrong, but my knee jerk reaction is that LA won this trade by a landslide. The Rams are balanced, coming into their own, and poised for a run at the NFC Championship. Sure, I admittedly do feel foolish for saying any of this before free agency even starts. Maybe it’s just my subconscious mind being desperate for a little football-talk. It’s entirely possible that upon seeing this trade alert, a primal reaction immediately took control of me, like a mama bear urgently seeking some sustenance to feed a fatal hunger. Yeah, I miss football.