Here Come The Warm Jets: Week 16

This Sunday was a day for bad football.

Truly awful, barely competent, not at all compelling football. Error filled football. Sloppy football. Cheese sandwich left on the counter for two weeks, rotting and covered in mold football.

There was not a team I saw, including the Colts and the Pats, that looked at all like a dominant, proficient, scary team.

Well, maybe Jacksonville, but that was against an Oakland team that had clearly quit. So what does that even say?

The Jets, at least, did not quit. They fought hard, they gave the Titans a game, the Titans who did have something to play for.

Of course, the offense wasn't competent enough to score. Thomas Jones still cannot finish, he of the lone, single, solitary touchdown for the whole season. Chad Pennington is just good enough to get you just close enough to not do enough.

At least there will be no quarterback controversy for next year. Chad proved that he is the same as he ever was, and ever will be. A change of scenery will probably do him well, especially given how bad the QBs in the league are. Give him time to throw and a running game, and he will deliver wins.

So now there is one game left. Against ol' Herm. Whose team also stinks, worse than the aforementioned cheese sandwich.

And then I can rest my weary fandom for a couple of months, until the draft raises my hopes and optimism to heights that I know are dangerous, and from whence I know I will likely be cast down from most cruelly and violently, but where I climb knowingly and willingly each year, if only to smell that young, fresh, invigorating air for a short minute.

Next year can't start soon enough.