If I were starting a new NFL Franchise, I wouldn't take anyone in their late 20s or beyond. I really like watching Drew Brees play, but that guy is 30. He's already got 8 seasons. Manning and Brady are both in their thirties, too. I wouldn't take them as franchise starters either.
Likewise with Romo at 28. Love that guy, but he's too old to be the answer to this question, I think. Heck, Eli Manning just turned 28.
For real football, not fantasy football in a dynasty league, I'd look for a versatile player with unusual physical gifts who could fit into a number of offensive systems in a way that made my offensive players (whoever they are) better.
I'd probably go like this:
Cutler
Rodgers
Ryan
Flacco
Russell
Edwards
Quinn
This assessment attempts to take into account these players' individual talents, not the talents of the players to whom they are currently throwing or marking against them for the fact that they have the current misfortune to play for the Bills or the Raiders.
Just one man's opinion.
Flacco, Russell, Edwards and Quinn over Roethlisberger?
Are you starting the new Cleveland franchise?
All the players on my list are
25 or younger. If we're just getting this franchise started, I'm looking for a young pup, not a salty dog.
Roethlisberger is 26.
Good counting, Adebisi. 26, you will note, is not 25 or younger. Also, maybe I want to add Matt Stafford (Age 20) to my list. I get roughly a decade of additional production out of Stafford when compared with Brees. I get maybe an extra half decade of production out of him compared with old Ben.
Ben will be a hidden pensioner, using a walker, singing "Glory Days" in the NFL assisted living center (aka FedEx Field) when my boy Stafford will still be slinging touchdowns en route to me hoisting my new Lombardi trophy over my head. The trophy is so shiny and the stadium lights are blinding me, Adebisi, as imaginary confetti falls on my pretend field that the taxpayers of The Land of Make Believe purchased on my franchise's behalf. Queen songs capture the ear and the faintest smell of next year's repeat wafts across the winter air.