I am writing this midway through the fourth quarter as the New York Jets trail 31-6 to the San Francisco 49ers. There may be a few more meaningless stats and developments but today was yet another game that was over in the first half. It was another game the Jets offense did nothing. It was another game their defense looked slow and unprepared. Injuries aren’t an excuse, the 49ers had more (No Jimmy G, No Bosa, No Ford, No Sherman, No Kittle, No Deebo). Playing against a good defense isn’t an excuse, as that is part of playing in the NFL. The Jets are historically incompetent thus far this season and have looked every bit of being the worst team in the NFL…by a wide margin.
This development isn’t all that shocking. We knew they had arguably the worst coach in the NFL coming into the year, who is now 20-30 in his past 50 games and coached an offense that scored zero first half touchdowns in the team’s first four games in 2019 and first two games so far in 2020. We knew the roster was limited and unable to sustain any injuries, which were inevitably going to happen. To compound the above the galaxy brain management in this organization only suited up four wide receivers today and assumed the ancient Chris Hogan and perpetually hurt Breshad Perriman would stay healthy.This is forfeit football. This is kicking a field goal down three touchdowns in the second half. This is punting in the fourth quarter and praying the clock runs out. This is “IDAGF, I dare you to fire me, lazy tackling, brain dead, predictable, no motion, I want to ruin your wrong quarterback and give Frank Gore 20+ carries for laughs” coaching. The Jets aren’t here to compete. The Jets are here to give you excuses, play Meme worthy football, and smirk at any questions about their decision making.
Adam Gase is wringing every ounce of juice and talent out of Sam Darnold to transform him into a timid, 4.0 YPA, horizontal check down quarterback. Can he be the guy? Nobody knows and we may not get the chance to find out as long as Gase plagues this organization with his brand of boring, whiny, miserable football.