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Look…this won’t take long. I’ve been a fan of the New York Jets for my entire life. I’m just old enough to remember our one Super Bowl win. That’s means I’m old, and more importantly, I lived through a lot bf bad football. With the haul that Jets brought in at the trade deadline, many of my fellow fans are busy blowing their loads all over each other in the belief this will form the foundation of the great rebuild we’ve all been waiting for.
Cool your collective tool, Jets’ fans. It ain’t gonna happen.
I couldn’t give a frog’s watertight butthole how many high-end draft picks the Jets have heading into the 2026 and 2027 drafts. There’s a reason why this team hasn’t had a winning season in ten years, and hasn’t seen the play-offs in fifteen. The decision-makers in this organization have been consistently and blatantly incompetent throughout the Woody Johnson era.
Mao Zedong once said “the fish rots from the head down,” and nothing could be more true in the case of the Jets. The malaise plaguing the New York Jets cascades down from the owner’s box. Woody Johnson bought this team in 2000, and in the quarter-century since, the Jets have posted exactly nine winning season..four of those being the 9-7 variety.
There’s a reason for that. Just look at who Johnson has installed as his general managers.
There’s been a similar scene when it comes to turnover of coaches, assistants, and players. What happened at the trade deadline ultimately will be just another example of this franchises mastery of self-sodomization. Worse yet, both Sauce Gardner and Quennin Williams are quality players who are likely to add to the fat-too-long list of people who thrived once they got the fuck out of Florham Park.
With all that change, you only need to look at the sole constant in this 25 years of football hell. As long as Woody Johnson owns the New York Jets, he will continue to make bad decisions and create a cascade effect of them by hiring people who do the same.
Remember the old Andy Griffith Show? There was a reason the only trusted Barney Fife with an old revolver and one measly bullet. Woody Johnson is exactly what would happen if ol’ Barn hit the Powerball and bought a football team. That’s why giving the Jets a bunch of top-end picks is like giving Barney Fife a machine gun.
But that’s exactly where we find ourselves heading for the 2026 and 2027 drafts. Jets gonna Jet…that’s all that’s going to happen. If you fire enough bullets, you’re bound to hit something. Sure, the law of averages says they will find at least one or two players in all those picks, but not before they find the next Vernon Gholston or Zac Wilson.
Change my mind.
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