When you consider the team and the town, the game and the gravitas of New York, this is indeed the worst team in NBA history.
I don’t understand the dichotomy of the Jets fan. At once you wanted to run Rex out of town. On the other hand you’re horrified that he’s still in your division.
Rex Ryan’s journey to find a job, watching him pinball from town to town, NFL team to TV network, is case in the core competence of pro football. Is there any?
We love the NFL because it’s mostly a meritocracy, which brings us to the divisional round, the top shelf of football delicacies.
If we’re honest and earnest, we have to be embarrassed by the Knicks, the world’s worst team in the world’s most overrated arena.
Those teams were bubbling with borderline greats. Do any deserve to hop that opaque line between memorable and immortal?
You can make an argument for all four road teams to win in the first round. And isn’t that what we want?
Keeping Coughlin was more a move of nostalgia than necessity, more about patience than prudence.
Rex Ryan was felled by his own hubris. His best characteristics — his confidence, unwillingness to change, and monolithic ear to his own voice and only tuning fork — are what made him overtly unadaptable to progress.
The NFC and AFC North titles will be fought for by iconic franchises, in sacred arenas; just 60 minutes of mayhem in old, cold NFL towns.
Putting the Knicks on national television on Dec. 25 is equal parts sadism and masochism. They’re off to the worst start in team history, which is saying a lot when you consider how bad they’ve been.
When you take a three-tiered approach of age, wage and skills, is there another receiver in the NFL you would pick today over Big Blue’s nuclear threat?
This isn’t just about Fan Guy or the Jets’ current plunge down the rungs of relevance. This isn’t even about the gritty game they played Sunday. It’s about the zero sum reality of pro football and the Jets’ unwillingness to abide by it.
With more dueling monologues than a presidential campaign, it’s sounding more and more like Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Manny Pacquiao will fight next year.
Alex Rodriguez is like that stranger in a frontier town, swinging the saloon doors open for the first time, scanning the room for something or someone familiar, only to be met with scowls and empty gazes.