Yield to the Duke-stir, the world’s greatest football mind. Remember a few weeks back, when everyone and their uncle had the Jets in the Super Bowl? Everyone, that is, except us. We wrote:
Sign us up for not buying it. Why? Because these are the Jets. And no matter what anyone said about how bringing in Favre “changed the atmosphere” around the Meadowlands, we still see storm clouds on the horizon.
Why? Well, for one, we’re not so sure Brett Favre knows how to play football. Honestly, has anyone watched this guy play? He just chucks it. It’s the Emperor’s New Clothes. He’s not good. Sure, his durability and impressive arm strength probably put him among the 15 best quarterbacks in the NFL history, but that’s, well, history. Now he’s old, he still throws the interceptions, he doesn’t fully grasp the offense, and, most importantly, he’s on the Jets.
The same old Jets. No matter what anyone says. We’ve got our fingers crossed, but if we had to make a prediction, we’ll still say they finish at 8-8.
So there you have it. Only a horrifying, so-dumb-it-would-have-been-impossible-to-predict playcall from Dick Moron kept our 8-8 prediction from coming true.



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