I don’t have much to say about last night’s Jets-Patriots bloodbath except that it sucked. It sucked to watch, it probably sucked to play, and it especially sucked that I sat there pathetically holding out hope that the Jets could pull off some miracle comeback, up until the point where their defense stopped bothering. The broadcast sucked, the coaching sucked, Tom Brady’s stupid hair sucked.
It all sucked, except possibly Santonio Holmes and my buffalo wings.
All I can offer to Jets fans is that it’s only one game. And as much as it feels like the wind has been knocked out of the team — nay, it feels like their ribs have been broken and have punctured their lungs — it ultimately counts for one game in the standings.
Yes, it makes their path to taking the division and a first-round bye more difficult, but hardly impossible. The fact that we’re even hoping for playoff byes and home-field advantage at this point in the season speaks to how far the Jets have come in the last couple years.
F@#$. Whatever. Whatever, whatever. Tom Brady wears man-UGGs.
Sad Mark Sanchez:


It’s certainly not a high-impact move or a big Winter Meetings splash. I imagine it won’t preclude the Mets from signing a more experienced right-handed complement/backup to Josh Thole, and I would guess that if Dusty Ryan ends up on the Major League Mets in 2011 it means someone is either hurt or woefully underperforming.