This week’s issue of Sports Illustrated comes in one of three covers. There’s Jared Goff wearing a helmet in a photo shoot for some reason, Paxton Lynch looking like a wax sculpture of Jack Sparrow, and Carson Wentz.

Inside is Austin Murphy’s story of how the three ended up with the teams they’re with. Here’s a segment on Wentz:

If Goff is the Natural, as Tollner refers to him, Wentz is the Prototype. At 6’ 5″, 237, he’s got 20 pounds on Goff, as strong an arm and more foot speed. The pride of Bismarck, N.D., has spent far more time than Goff under center, running coach Chris Klieman’s pro-style offense at North Dakota State. Wentz’s game tape overflows with Wow! throws. Sure, scouts would’ve liked to see him completing those passes against, say, Alabama, rather than Weber State and Western Illinois. But at a certain point a throw speaks for itself.
Wentz secured legendary status in North Dakota in January when he led the Bison to their fifth straight FCS championship, 11 weeks after having surgery on his broken right wrist. He could’ve bailed on the team to be fully healed in time for the NFL combine. Instead, his loyalty and grit sparked a dramatic rise in his stock, which continued to soar at the Senior Bowl. Says Howie Roseman, the Eagles’ executive VP of football ops, “I was struck by the presence he had, the leadership he showed in a setting with all sorts of guys from bigger schools.”

By the time the combine rolled around in late February, Wentz had pulled slightly ahead of Goff in most mock drafts. It didn’t help Goff that in the all-important rubric of hand size—we are only half-joking—his mitts measured nine inches from thumb to pinkie. Anything less would’ve been a red flag to teams worried about his ability to hold and throw a wet ball.

And one very noticeable thing about the cover? Wentz’s sleeves are almost too short. Like he’s overcompensating (or probably just trying to balance it all out).