Chansky’s Notebook: No. 10’s No. 1!

C’mon, Coach, we know No. 10 is your starting quarterback.

Dear Larry Fedora, I know all coaches like to keep the competition for positions open, but Mitch Trubisky is your starter at quarterback by a half mile. Heck, half the fans wanted him to start, or at least play more, last season. Marquise was great, but he had his moments when he needed to be on the sideline standing next to you.

Hasn’t Trubisky completed something like 80 percent of his passes when you have let him play, particularly when he’s gone in on the fly when Marquise lost his helmet or was shaken up? Didn’t he throw a touchdown pass at Virginia, cold off the bench, on third down, and he’s done some other pretty amazing things in cameo roles? And he’s got the receivers, his roomie Switz & the Hollins buster.

So, let’s talk him up and give Kevin Best a chance to promote who could be the best pro prospect we’ve had at the position. The kid stands tall and throws darts. Reports have been coming out of camp for the last three years that he shreds the defense, and if the Tar Heels are going to match, or better, their 11 wins from last season, you have GOT to turn this kid loose.

We know you will, so why are you saying it’s still a dog fight between Trubisky, and Who’s He Henderson and Elliott, and probably Chaz when he shows up this summer. Mitch is the man, and we know it. C’mon, coach, you know it, too. We’re lucky the kid has been such a good sport about not playing the last two years, when others with a bigger ego might have sulked or, worse, packed up.

The Tar Heels have a quarterback that will rule the Coastal and get a chance to show the Atlantic what he can do when you go to Tallahassee early in the season. He’s made for the Fed Spread and even runs it better than everyone thinks.

No. 10 is No. 1 and you know it. He’s the kind of quarterback that people will pay to see, no matter who the early season competition is. We do want to fill Kenan Stadium, right? So let your new rifleman sell some tickets. C’mon, coach!