Monday, December 31, 2012

Woody drops a deuce on the mattress

So Mr. T gets the axe, and Sexy Rexy gets the spoils.

This is one of the most asinine decisions I can think of.  Forget the fact that Rex needs to go--the Jets clearly need a better Head Coach--but that's not even my main problem with this decision.   

The organization needs a reset, so that starts at the top by getting the right General Manager for the job.  Someone with experience.  Who knows the league.  Who knows how to fill a roster with athleticism and skill, but also mesh personalities into a group that can exemplify dedication and character.  

How many guys are out there who fit that bill?   And of that group, how many want to come work for Woody, in the three ring circus that is Jets-ville, under the white hot glare of tabloid journalism?

So here's an idea: before beginning your search for the new "head" of the organization, the guy from which all success or failure will ultimately flow, let's take this incredibly small available talent pool for the GM and layer another IMPOSSIBLE precondition on it: that this GM would choose and/or be fully supportive of having Rex as his head coach.   Remember--it's not like the GM can just endure Rex, he now has to tailor his team around Rex.  Because the owner didn't just fire T and stay silent on Rex--the owner said Rex is the guy who can get the job done.   No GM can come in and blame the coach, and hire a guy who fits the GM's system.  Not after the owner just said Rex the right guy for the job.

Talk about cart before the horse.

Then again, "horse" leads to "horse's ass" leads to "ass" leads to "buttfumble" leads to Jets.  So I guess it all makes sense.


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