The Reality Sets In

I had this great dream last week, in which visions of Testaverde were dancing in my head, standing up and leading a disheartened Jets team to an improbable wild card spot. He blazed past the Buccaneers and never looked back, picking up win after win and flexing those 41 year old biceps and tossing bombs to a rejuvenated Lav Coles, who quickly made Jets fans forget the explosive Santana Moss.

Then I woke up. And found myself overcome with a gigantic freaking headache.

Vinny tossed up a couple of picks, including one in a game changing point in the 4th quarter that put the nail in the coffin. He also inexplicably fumbled 2 snaps. The Jets lost opportunity after opportunity to win this game and placed every Jets fan properly back into his seat.

Oh and Lav Coles? 4 catches for 33 yards. Would anyone like to try the insult for injury platter? Sure, Santana Moss had a measly 10 catches for 173 yards and 2 TDs. Ahem, ouch.

I cannot believe I actually deep down had hope. I should know better, Doug Brien taught me last year against the Steelers. The Jets can't win. There is a reason they haven't won a Super Bowl since Joe Willy called his shot against the Colts. It is a mode of thought.

You see folks, the Jets see Tim Couch, Doug Johnson, Quincy Carter, etc etc on the free agent market. All young, mobile QBs. And the Jets seemed to have seen a better option. Our GM must have been walking through the Jets headquarters and seen a highlight reel from 1998. He saw Vinny Testaverde throwing bombs to a then concussion-free Wayne Chrebet and something clicked in his tiny little brain: Vinny in 1998 must be the same a Vinny 8 years later.

Just like Curtis Martin this year is better than having LaMont Jordan next year (yes 148 yards today for Martin but thats an abberation).

Just like Laverneaus Coles now is better than Santana Moss this and next year.

The Jets are constantly on a calendar that does not include next year. They are only concerned with the present, quick fix that does nothing next year. Every game is like watching a highlight reel of yesteryear, except there are no highlights and instead, only reminders of whats gone wrong.

Reading John Clayton's article on the fact that the Jets are looking at Steve McNair for '06 made bile come into my mouth. Thats like buying a beat up used car from Steve's Auto Lot. No warranty, no garauntees except that its going to cost you in the long run. And thats the story of the New York Jets.

So go on Jets, keep on picking the 41 year olds off of their couches and throw them into the NFL. Ignore the roster cut QBs who saw action all of preseason. The New York Jets are the damn Big Apple Circus and I'm becoming ashamed to invest my time into the team.

In baseball, my favorite Venezuelian Ozzie Guillen won a trip to the World Series, where we'll get to hear more of his fun little soundbites for at least another week or so! Joy! I can only hope that the Astros can shut up this yapping idiot and put him in his place. I'm tempted to say screw it and root for Guillen so that he'll go ahead and retire like he claims and never be heard of again.