I thought his article was spot on. Here it is:
nypost.com/2015/08/12/locker-room-fight-brings-back-3-dreaded-words-same-old-jets/New head coach. New general manager.
Same old Jets.
Only the Jets could deliver this kind of punch line: Reserve linebacker IK Enemkpali socks starting quarterback glass jaw Geno Smith in the jaw over what rookie head coach Todd Bowles labels a “childish” incident that will send Smith into surgery and to the sidelines for six to 10 weeks.
The late Saddam Hussein might have called it Sock And Jaw.
Over a $600 debt that the idiot reserve linebacker wanted paid for the starting quarterback canceling a charity appearance in Texas because of the death of someone close to him. Smith had planned on paying the debt.
Letterman would have needed a Top 50 list to adequately chronicle the litany of Stupid Jet Tricks over the years.
It’s bad enough the franchise hasn’t won a Super Bowl since Jan. 12, 1969.
But long-suffering Jets fans have been forced to endure more wild and wacky episodes of dysfunction, outrageousness, mindlessness and amateur-hour silliness than fans of any other sports operation.
The clown face of the franchise wears a red bulbous nose and floppy green-and-white shoes. And we thought the circus had left town once Rex Ryan was fired and took his talents to Buffalo. Silly us.
My formal initiation into Jets World — I missed rah-rah college coach Lou Holtz ordering his Jets to sing a fight song following elusive victories during the ill-fated 1976 season — came after a midweek confrontation with quarterback Richard Todd at the beginning of November 1981, when he grabbed me around the neck and smashed my head into a locker.
Looking back, it should be considered an upset that no teammate walloped him after his five-interception nightmare in the 1982 AFC Championship game, better known to Jets fans as the Mud Bowl because Miami coach Don Shula neglected to cover the field during a monsoon, bogging down the speedier Jets.
On the flight home, erratic behavior by head coach Walt Michaels resulted in his firing.
Bruce Coslet actually conducted a conference call with beat writers in the press room … from another room in the same facility.
Coslet was replaced by Pete Carroll, who was sabotaged by Dan Marino’s Fake Spike and was fired after his rookie season because owner Leon Hess lusted after Brooklyn-born Rich Kotite. “A Dese and Dose guy,” Hess called him affectionately. Kotite went 4-28 over two years before announcing: “I wasn’t fired. I didn’t quit. I’m stepping down.” Okaaaaay!
Not even Hall of Fame coach Bill Parcells, who won two Super Bowls with the Giants, could lead the Jets back to the Super Bowl.
He quit after three seasons, then his hand-picked successor, Bill Belidick, quit after one day as “HC of the NYJ” at a Bizarro World press conference. Belidick, as any long-suffering Jets fan will tell you, has won four Super Bowl rings with the arch-rival Patriots with Tom (Deflategate) Brady.
And therein lies a big part of the problem. The Jets have been searching for their Next Broadway Joe, or a Brady to call their own, since Namath left them in 1976, long before he wanted to kiss Suzy Kolber on national television.
Never mind that they drafted Ken O’Brien instead of Hall of Famer Marino in 1983. Mark Sanchez was the anointed savior … before the Thanksgiving night Buttfumble that will live in Jets infamy.
The last two seasons featured an overmatched GM, John Idzik, with a longer-term vision for the team than Ryan, the coach he inherited.
And now, your 2015 New York Jets: ’Til Debt Do They Part.
