“Oh my God I have a boner,” is what I just said to my wife as Carson Wentz took the ball from Zach Ertz after Ertz’s second touchdown and handed it to Mike Trout. I swear to God the Carson Wentz-Mike Trout friendship might be the thing that eventually saves Philly sports. No joke, it sustains me through these winter blogging slogs. So fucking hot is that friendship right now. SO FUCKING HOT.