Like a lot of other Gang Green faithful, I’ve been waffling during this free agent binge period. I want to believe in Idzik. Patience, prudence and a plan. Still, it’s hard not to get swept up in the moment and be eager for some more talent to head towards our severely offensively-challenged roster. The Decker and Giacomini signings are solid. But what about #10? Sure, one could argue that we just got rid of one malcontent #10 why bring on another? Simple. We need playmakers.
Not only do the Jets lack in offensive firepower, but they have a ton of assets to acquire some. Draft picks. Money. The reality was — until yesterday — there wasn’t a lot out there that fit the mold. Enter D-Jax. Jackson had his most impressive statistical year last season in Philadelphia (granted, in Chip Kelly’s run and gun offense, which certainly helped). Still…82 receptions…over 1,300 receiving yards…9 touchdowns. The latter figure equals the number of touchdown receptions for all of the Jets wide receivers in 2013 COMBINED.
D-Jax played in all 16 games. He’s 27 years old and a proven player that can do a lot of things on the field. He’s explosive. He makes big plays. Both things that the Jets are desperately in need of and were hoping to address last year during the draft if Tavon Austin was still around. Now, Jackson is out there.
Does Idzik flip the script and make an aggressive move? Probably not, but think about it for a second. Imagine a receiving corps that could boast Decker, D-Jax, Kerley and a first-round stud from the draft (bigger body a la Lee). It would turn a laughable weakness into an inarguable strength. For Geno Smith, it would be hard to imagine a more dramatic feast to famine scenario.
So, how about it Jets? Why not make a little noise? Even if we make this move, there’s still plenty of money and draft picks to play with…let’s make something happen.
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