Justin Herbert is the black magic voodoo QB conjured from every complaint Chargers fans made watching Philip Rivers.
Phil runs like a newborn giraffe? "Man, if only he could get away from this pressure." Enter Herbert, built like prime Cam Newton, trucking defenders and running with the best of them.
Another 4th quarter duck thrown for a pick? "Man, I wish we could actually throw deep." Enter Herbert's howitzer, launching 70 yard passes flat-footed.
But all magic comes with a price.
Everything that made Rivers great? Gone. The prophetic pre-snap reads. The hot routes and audibles. The fiery, trash-talking leadership.
It’s like we made a deal with the devil… got everything we asked for, but lost everything we had.