Q is adjusting nicely to life in the NFL.
Excerpt from Greg Doyle's column in the Indy Star.
So does this box here we’re going to check, a refrigerator-with-a-head box named Quenton Nelson. Good NFL teams, serious NFL teams, are physically intimidating. They have a presence. Ask yourself: When have the Colts last had a physical presence? Closest I can think of is Robert Mathis’ 19.5-sack season of 2013, but that was different. Mathis was a cat scooting around or even under opposing players to get to the quarterback. Nelson is a mauler, just a violent species of football player, and he made the key play on that 29-yard, Luck-to-Mack scoring pass mentioned earlier:
Bills defensive end Jerry Hughes is lined up on Colts left tackle Anthony Castonzo, and Castonzo holds him at bay for several seconds, but Luck is taking his time, looking the defense left, left, left before turning to his right, where Mack is alone in the flat. Well, that’s about the time Hughes finally gets free of Castonzo and heads for Luck. Nelson is the guard on that side, and he mauled some poor Bills defensive tackle into oblivion and found himself bored so he looked around and saw Hughes breaking free of Castonzo, heading for Luck. Not on Nelson’s watch …
By the time Mack reaches the end zone, the 6-5, 330-pound Nelson is sprawled across the turf. Somewhere underneath him, like a tennis ball under a couch, is the 6-2, 254-pound Hughes, and he’s miserable down there, flailing up at Nelson and poking him in the face and then complaining to the referee, because it ought to be against the rules to destroy someone the way Quenton Nelson just destroyed Jerry Hughes.