Lamar Jackson and I were finishing up our conversation, maybe a half hour after his Ravens’ latest rabbit-out-of-a-hat win, and we’d just gone back to a talk we had in August about his game, and where it was going. And I reminded the 24-year-old quarterback of the narrative that was being discussed then—that the NFL had figured its 2019 MVP out.
So, I asked, I guess that really didn’t happen after all?
Jackson laughed, in a sort of endearing way.
He knew the truth then, and he knows it now.