Jeff Stoutland, Philly’s O-line whisperer, turned Jordan Mailata from rugby rookie to All-Pro. Now, to gear up for another Super Bowl run, the Eagles have beefed up their offense. And this new edition has presented Stoutland with another project.

Meet Kendall Lamm—a 6’6”, 305-pound human wall with career earnings of half a Jalen Hurts sneaker deal. He’s Jeff’s latest project—a journeyman with 119 games, 44 starts, and zero sacks allowed in 2024. ‘He’s got that dawg in him,’ Stoutland probably muttered, eyeing Lamm’s 83.1 pass-block grade like a sommelier sniffs Bordeaux.

Now in Philly, where cheesesteaks are religion and underdogs are saints, Lamm’s signing isn’t just depth; it’s a love letter to Hurts’ longevity. Picture this: Lamm, a dude who once caught a TD pass like he was auditioning for Ted Lasso, now protecting Hurts’ blindside. Poetry? Nah. It’s just Howie Roseman doing Howie things. O-Line Jazz, “Jeff Stoutland gets the 32-year-old veteran for his Super Bowl-winning offensive line,” NFL insider Peter Schrager tweeted, dropping the mic on Philly’s latest power move

For Hurts, this isn’t just protection; it’s a force field. Remember 2022’s tush push? Imagine that, but with Lamm bulldozing lanes so wide, Hurts could skateboard through ’em.

But here’s the kicker: Lamm’s a bargain-bin hero. Career earnings barely topping $14M? That’s pocket change for a team allergic to cap hell. “In Howie We Trust” isn’t a slogan—it’s a lifestyle. And with Hurts’ $255M extension looming like a Rocky sequel, every penny’s a prisoner. Lamm’s the latest chess piece in a game where Roseman checkmates the cap while sipping a Wawa coffee.

Meanwhile, in the Eagles’ war room, it’s Moneyball meets Succession.

Fifth-year option fades, Hurts & the youth movement hustle

Jahan Dotson, the WR3 who racked up 19 catches (and two clutch Super Bowl grabs), is facing a fifth-year option cold shoulder. “He’s a reclamation project,” PFF’s Bradley Locker shrugs, noting Dotson’s 55.0 receiving grade—lower than Philly’s tolerance for Dallas fans.

Translation: Why pay $13M for a gadget guy when DeVonta Smith is out here running routes like Mozart composing concertos. Then there’s Jordan Davis, the 350-pound nose tackle who eats double teams for breakfast. But with a fifth-year price tag near $13M fully guaranteed? “Nah,” Roseman mutters, eyeing cap sheets like they’re spoilers for The Sopranos.

Davis’s 14 playoff snaps per game? Admirable, but in a D-line rotation deeper than a Philly snowdrift, Roseman’s betting on Jalen Carter’s chaos and Moro Ojomo’s upside. “Rotational piece” ain’t a death sentence—it’s a budget flex. Philly’s playing the long game, folks. They’re hoarding cap space like dragon gold, letting vets walk (RIP, Josh Sweat’s sack dances), and drafting replacements with Roseman’s trademark “screw your mock draft” energy.

Lamm? He’s the latest Stoutland reclamation—a low-risk, high-reward lineman who’ll keep Hurts upright long enough to launch bombs at A.J. Brown. And those declined fifth-year options? Just cap ballet, baby. In Philly, the future’s now, the Lombardi’s shiny, and the fight song’s always on repeat. Fly, Eagles Fly—straight into the sunset.