For all the bad that happened as the Jets fell to 1-8 Sunday in Kansas City, the worst came inside the final two minutes. They packed it in.
If old-time thinkers still exist in our local franchises, they had best change quickly or get out. This is how today’s postseason is set up. One need not be the best, just good enough.
To summarize: The 1-7 Jets have all the pieces in place for a winner. Wonderful up-and-coming quarterback, great coach, great front office, great owner. What?!
Understand that by all rights, Rex Ryan has eight more games to go in his Jets coaching career. The only question is whether he chooses execution or suicide.
Unless the Giants can find at least two wins in the next four games against Indianapolis, Seattle, San Francisco and Dallas, their collective gooses will be fricasseed for a third straight season.
If the writers anoint deGrom, the front office does the right thing and history holds steady, the Mets’ eight-year playoff drought might end.
Sandy Alderson wants fan-friendly? Shorter dimensions in Flushing alone won’t provide that. He needs hitters.
From here on, it has to be out of sight, out of mind. Immediate affairs preclude sentimentality over a much-loved comrade.
Beat the Eagles on Sunday and the noise in the locker room will inevitably get louder. What a change from just a year ago.
Their only consolation will come in the recognition that their quarterback isn’t the only one guilty of dumb doings. There’s plenty of stupid to spread around the whole organization.
In other years, it would have been just like Big Blue to lose this game against the banged-up Falcons. Not in 2014, though. Not on Sunday.
Donnell, an inch taller than Plaxico Burress, could become New York’s next great end zone-target — a regular customer for the Eli Manning fade pass.
If A-Rod starts launching baseballs out of Yankee Stadium, he will be cheered just as loudly as Jeter was on his best days.
The calendar still says September, but already the Jets have put themselves into a critical time crunch. The playoffs are slipping away. Time to cash in on the insurance policy.
For the few who doubt Jeter deserves a place in baseball’s Olympus on a statistical basis, don’t use the stats. Use the eyes.