Hey, the Jets won

Remember? Special thanks to Rex Grossman and whoever it was that decided the Redskins needed to throw the ball twice as often as they ran it.

More on Jose Reyes coming whenever it is I figure out if I have anything to say that hasn’t been said better by a million people already. And then probably something coming regardless, because the site’s called TedQuarters.

Score one for the centers

The line has protected Mark Sanchez. It has helped to revive the rushing offense, which has averaged 130.7 yards over the last three games, all victories. A fourth straight win, on Sunday night against the Patriots, would shift the balance of power in a division — and possibly a conference — that the Jets urgently, desperately, want to win.

“He’s really irreplaceable,” tight end Dustin Keller said of Mangold. “You can get a guy in there and coach him up as much as you want, but you can’t replace all the knowledge and the time that he’s put in with these guys.”…

The improved rushing game has forced opposing defenses to at least consider moving up a linebacker or a safety to guard against the run. It also sets up more play-action opportunities, one of Sanchez’s strengths. According to ESPN Stats and Information, Sanchez completed 11 of 12 play-action passes Sunday against Buffalo for 125 yards and a touchdown, the 8-yarder to Santonio Holmes that extended their third-quarter lead to 20-3.

Ben Shpigel, N.Y. Times.

Good feature in the Times on Nick Mangold, loaded up with stats showing the way the Jets have turned it around since their center returned. Some of it is probably coincidence — the Jets offense happening to gel later in the season, sample size, facing poor defenses, all that — but some of it is definitely Mangold.

The difference between Mangold and Collin Baxter is so great that it changes everything about the way the Jets’ offense can operate: They can move the ball on the ground, which forces teams to pay more attention to their run game, allowing their receivers more space in coverage — especially on play-action passes. Good offense breeds good offense. It’s why it’s always easier to call plays after big gains.

College students doing dumb things are not really worthy of your sanctimony

Joe Paterno got fired last night for his inaction in response to the rape, abuse and molestation that allegedly occurred under his jurisdiction.

This is not ground upon which I am comfortable treading, and for that I suppose I should be thankful. Nothing in my 30-plus years of life experience has prepared me to understand what would make someone do the things that Jerry Sandusky supposedly did, nor what would make anyone else protect someone they knew did those things, nor the unspeakable trauma endured by the victims. It’s all way beyond my scope. Sorry if that seems like a copout. All I know is that it’s awful.

But I can add a short footnote, perhaps, in qualified defense of the demonstrating Penn State students widely reviled as idiots.

They are, in large part, most likely idiots. Of course. They’re people, for one thing, and people are in large part idiots. And flipping over news vans in defense of a coach fired for keeping mum about child rape is idiotic behavior, no doubt. Even if you believe Paterno was been made a scapegoat, as they apparently do, it’s just not the most productive way to get your point across. Doesn’t make you look like you have reasonable things to say.

Life at a four-year college offers — to most with the means to attend — a weird, isolated terrarium in which to pass some of our dumbest years free of real-world repercussions. Students drink heavily and make out with strangers, and blow off responsibilities and experiment with controlled substances. There are costs to all those actions, obviously, but generally they’re college-level costs, all of which can be chalked up to the learning experience.

And I know that’s not the case for every student, and I know plenty of 18-year-olds in this country and every other one never get the opportunity. I’m not saying any of it is the way it should be. But it is that way: Some significant portion of this country’s teenagers get shipped off to institutions where they are allowed to spend four years doing moronic things mostly free of adult supervision before they graduate and get body-slammed by vicious reality.

That shouldn’t excuse every stupid thing every college kid does, of course. It’s hardly black-and-white. Plus, they’re still subject to the law, and throwing rocks at cops and indiscriminately starting fires are bad ideas at any age. But if you went away to college, think about some of the things you did there before you scold the undulating masses of chanting morons at Penn State for their behavior. Think about the misguided political stances you took, the pretentious performance art engagements, the spring break indiscretions. What would Twitter have said about you?

To say that the college kids are offering tacit approval of the atrocities Sandusky committed is very likely attributing to them a thought process that does not exist.

They’re college kids. College is a confusing time full of overreaction. Their school and their school’s football program, toward which they clearly feel a lot of loyalty, is in crisis. They’re overreacting. And I’m near-certain they’re chanting whatever stupid things they’re undoubtedly chanting because they haven’t yet found a rhythmic cadence to accompany chants like, “I don’t know why I’m angry at my parents!” and “Every day I grow more suspicious that I don’t matter!”

And you can bet a lot of them just want to go outside to see what all the fuss is about, and then some portion of those just get swept up in the nonsense.

I should note, for the record, that our man Devon is among the rare precociously reasonable college students, and he’s on the ground in State College tweeting reasonable things. Give him a follow if you’re interested in the student’s perspective.

The People vs. Nickelback

But now that [the Lions are] 6-2 and on their way to a potential playoff berth, the Turkey Day matchup with their division rival, defending Super Bowl champs the Green Bay Packers, has suddenly taken on a lot more significance – which is why their fans are furious that the team has booked Nickelback to be the halftime entertainment.

They’re so angry that one fan started an online petition to have the Lions change the halftime show.

Steve Baltin, Rolling Stone.

Here’s the thing about Nickelback: Who likes Nickelback? Seriously. Have you or anyone you know ever enjoyed any music performed by Nickelback? Is there anyone in the entire world who’s like, “hell yeah, ‘Photograph’ is a dope jam”?

It makes no sense. They sell tons and tons of albums and still get booked to play NFL halftime shows, and yet you will never find anyone who purports to be an unironic fan of the band Nickelback. Is it that their bland brand of fist-pumping post-grunge is considered so inoffensive that lots of people buy their godawful records to play as background music in gyms* and Wal-Marts?

It can’t be that, because I find Nickelback’s music offensive. And I can’t imagine I’m alone. In fact I feel stupid even ripping them. It’s like the music-writing equivalent of a Charlie Sheen roast. Too easy.

I’ll say this, though: Some big record company has offices on the 30th floor of this building. You can always pick out the executives because they’re all fit dudes in their 40s and 50s who wear t-shirts and blazers with designer jeans and fancy shoes.

One time I got on the elevator to find three of them, in uniform, discussing some new band. During the ride one of them said, “I really think they could be the next Nickelback.”

I instinctively and quite audibly chortled, figuring the guy meant it derisively. But all three of them shot me dirty looks, and we rode the rest of the way down in awkward silence. To these guys, being the next Nickelback is a good thing. They’re eager to find the next Nickelback.

Think about that. Right now, not 30 feet above me, there are dudes in expensive jeans sitting around trying to identify bands that are somehow like Nickelback, that they will then foist upon an unsuspecting society that already gets way, way more than its fill of Nickelback. Is there some way to stop them? Am I obligated to do something about it?

I’m only one man. And I’m not sure they’d respect the opinions of anyone in Old Navy pants anyway. But what’s happening in Detroit — this is a good first step.

That city has as rich a musical history as any in this country. And it has, as has been well-documented, fallen on some hard times. The last thing the people of Detroit need now is Nickelback. Hell, the last thing any of us need now is Nickelback. Sign the petition and let those dudes in the elevator know it’s time to stop looking for the next Nickelback and start looking for the next Stevie Wonder.

*- True story: When “This is How You Remind Me” first blew up, I happened to be in a good workout phase. My friend and I decided that we would use Nickelback’s prevalence in the gym’s music rotation to time our workouts — we exercised until Nickelback came on, then knew it was time to leave. But eventually Nickelback came on so frequently that we found we weren’t getting good enough workouts, because we’d never be there more than 20 minutes before that stupid song started playing. FOR HANDIN’ YOU A HEART WORTH BREAKIN’!