The tremendous Ryan brothers

Rob Ryan, speaking from the Browns’ facility near Cleveland, pointed to his early victories as a college assistant (Tennessee State over Morehead State) and noted that he owned more Super Bowl rings than Rex (two to one). Rex Ryan said in a telephone interview that he triumphed the last three times they stood on opposing sidelines and that he had never lost to Rob in the N.F.L.

The trash talking even extended to whiffle ball, a Ryan family pastime.

Rob: “I absolutely kill him. His bat’s tardy.”

Rex: “He’s delusional. I buckle him with the knuckle curve. He’s never been the same since I hit him in the head with a golf ball when we were 10.”

Greg Bishop, N.Y. Times.

I imagine come Sunday the Ryan vs. Ryan angle will be so blown out that we’ll be sick of hearing about it, but before then, enjoy this tremendous read from Bishop.

Also, I’ve mentioned this here before, but every time I see Rob Ryan I think, “man, Thor really let himself go.”

Phew

Well for better or worse, the Jets won yesterday. That’s the best part.

And Taco Bell hero Mark Sanchez stepped up in the fourth quarter and started looking like he did in the first couple weeks and last year’s playoffs: Assertive, confident, and dare I say it — poised.

The Jets’ offensive line mostly stymied the Lions’ pass rush. And Darrelle Revis quieted any lingering doubts about his holdout-related injury and early-season ineffectiveness (by his standards), holding Calvin Johnson to one reception and 13 yards.

But the Jets won in spite of themselves, partly because the Lions seemed driven to match them penalty for penalty, partly because of an inexplicable call after the two-minute warning that saved them about 40 seconds of clock time when they were all out of timeouts.

They were all out of timeouts, it should be noted, because they had to burn two of them to avoid penalties for having too many men on the field on consecutive plays in the fourth quarter. Credit safety James Ihedigbo for his ability to count to 12 and prevent the flags, though the Lions wound up scoring anyway.

Like Rex Ryan said afterward, the win is all that matters. But after dominating opponents for a nice stretch earlier this season, the Jets have started to show strong signs of same-old-Jetsishness, prompting reasonable doubts that they are the Super Bowl-caliber club they were billed to be.

Starting Sunday, the Jets play three games in 11 days, starting with the suddenly hot Browns and culminating in a Thanksgiving Day showdown with the beleaguered Bengals. The Texans fall in the middle there.

It’s a Texans sandwich on Ohio-pro-football bread, and you can bet Rex Ryan is hungry. Will this man complete the sandwich? He looks determined:

And that happened

I spent a good portion of my drive home yesterday wondering if the current Jets could be the best team I’ve ever rooted for. I realized that I’ve never actually followed a championship team, since I was too young to recognize the gravity of 1986. The Mets won the NL Championship in 2000 and Georgetown made the Final Four in 2007, and that’s pretty much the closest any of my teams have come.

So I got to fantasizing about the Jets making the Super Bowl, and thinking about how awesome that would be and all that. I rushed home to catch the game, and then, well, then that happened.

Maybe I jinxed the Jets’ offense, or, way more likely, maybe they just had a bad game. More to follow when I talk with Brian Bassett later. For now, here’s sad Mark Sanchez:

Does TV make the hits more vicious?

Violence became the other half of the NFL sales equation, perfectly complementing long touchdown passes and 90-yard kickoff returns. Yet back then, 50 years ago, Huff wasn’t craving the kind of attention that now translates into added income for players, sometimes millions of dollars. There were no pregame shows, no ESPN, no other outlets to run loops of video violence.

But now multiple TV opportunities are now available, opportunities for players — and companies looking for endorsers — to see replays of guys jacking opponents up prior to the prerequisite celebration designed to reveal another side of one’s personality.

Bob Raissman, N.Y. Daily News.

Look: The NFL rule change to suspend players for helmet-to-helmet hits is a sticky issue. Clearly players need to be better protected from head injuries and the onus is on the league to come up with some reasonable way to do that. But the backlash from defensive players is understandable — they’ve played the games one way their whole lives, many times clean but brutal hits are flagged as helmet-to-helmet, offensive players could lower their heads unexpectedly and bring on the impact.

I don’t really know that there’s a definitive solution, though I imagine players will ultimately adjust — like they did when the NFL outlawed Night Train tackles and horse-collar tackles — and find plenty of ways to legally deliver the punishing hits America loves.

I can comfortably argue, though, that television coverage of the violent hits in question does not contribute to their frequency or viciousness, as Raissman seems to assert. Perhaps it is in poor taste to replay them ad naseum, that I’ll grant. But I just don’t think any NFL linebacker, upon seeing a ball-carrier in the open field or a receiver crossing into his zone, is thinking, “Here is an opportunity for me to earn extra money via endorsements.”

If I had to guess, I’d bet he is thinking, “hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him.”

With the possible exception of Kerry Rhodes, defensive players probably don’t reach the NFL without absolutely relishing the opportunity to lay someone out. Maybe that sounds savage, but it’s a violent sport and we’d be kidding ourselves if we pretended that the inherent violence isn’t a big part of why we watch.

If the hits have gotten more violent as the sport has grown more popular, I’d guess it’s only a byproduct of the television coverage, in that more money in the game leads to a larger selection pool of players and thus better athletes under more pressure to beef themselves up, naturally and otherwise.