
Russell Wilson brings in a hefty legacy and a polarizing persona — but what will he cook for the Giants?
NY Post
There’s something about Russ.
The earnestness in every word. The volume of those words, like a trickle that becomes a steady stream that becomes a torrent.
The positivity that never quits. Enthusiasm that never wanes. The glass half-full that never empties. The name-dropping. The politeness. The cordiality. The conviviality. The smile.
The sunglasses, indoors, at night. The celebrity wife. The strong religious faith he wears proudly. The high-fashion clothing and jewelry he sports. The “Let Russ cook’’ plea to allow his improvisational skills to shine, and the “DangeRuss’’ social media persona, carefully crafted.

He had one last throw left in that 44-year-old wing of his. For most of the afternoon, he’d been able to fool Father Time and frighten 68,771 Seattle Seahawks fans inside Lumen Field who’d come to bury Philip Rivers and, instead, watched him push their football team to the very brink of an impossible upset.












