Will Philip Rivers Start For the Indianapolis Colts In Week 15?
Just when you thought the 2025 NFL season couldn’t get any weirder, the Indianapolis Colts went and pulled a rabbit out of a hat—a 44-year-old, bolo-tie-wearing rabbit named Philip Rivers. The man, the myth, the legend is back, coaxed out of a comfortable retirement to replace the now-sidelined Daniel Jones. The ink is barely dry on the contract, and every Colts fan from Indy to Kokomo is buzzing with one question: Will the old gunslinger actually trot out against the Seahawks this Sunday?
Let’s not get it twisted; this isn’t just some feel-good story. This is a desperate, Hail Mary move from a team whose quarterback room looks like a MASH unit. Jones’s Achilles went “pop,” Anthony Richardson is staring at the world through a fractured orbital bone, and Riley Leonard is hobbling on a sprained PCL. The cupboard isn’t just bare; someone stole the shelves.
Can Rivers’ Body Cash the Checks His Arm Is Writing?
The brain? That’s not the problem. Rivers has been living and breathing Shane Steichen’s offense. He was coaching it, talking about it, probably dreaming about it. Mentally, he could probably run the two-minute drill in his sleep. His workout was reportedly a thing of beauty, slinging the ball all over the field and impressing the coaching staff enough to turn this wild idea into reality.
But the body, man, the body. At 44, after four years away from the league’s brutal physicality, can he really take a hit? More importantly, can he avoid one? That’s the multi-million dollar question. And the welcoming committee this Sunday is none other than the Seattle Seahawks, a squad that treats quarterbacks like piñatas. They rank fourth in the league with 41 sacks and boast the second-stingiest scoring defense.
As one team source bluntly put it, how Rivers “responds to an NFL pass rush at this age is an unknown variable.” You think? That’s like saying jumping out of a plane without a parachute is an “unknown variable.” His quick release will help, sure, but how quick can you be when a 300-pound lineman is treating you like a turnstile?
To Play Or Not To Play: A Colt’s Dilemma
The Colts are playing this close to the chest, even dropping a cryptic Latin phrase, “nunc coepi,” on social media, which means “Now I begin.” Are they hinting at a new era starting this Sunday? Or just having a bit of fun with the fans? They’ve even changed their practice schedule, swapping a light walkthrough for a full-on practice, seemingly to get Rivers up to speed.
Throwing him into the fire against Seattle feels like a recipe for disaster. It’s a road game in one of the loudest stadiums in the league against a defense that eats quarterbacks for breakfast. It would be an awkward and potentially painful re-entry into the NFL. The smart money says they wait a week, let him get his football legs back, and avoid feeding him to the Seahawks’ wolves.
But hey, this is the NFL. And this is Philip Rivers. Logic doesn’t always apply. One thing is for sure: all eyes will be on Indy this week. Will they protect their investment, or will they roll the dice and let the old man dance with the devil?
