Failing Chemistry 101:
I like our receiving corps. I didn’t shed tears over Cotchery’s departure (although I loved him as a Jet and his contributions), nor was I clamoring to keep Braylon in NY. That said, aside from Keller and L.T., Sanchez and his pass catchers are not on the same page. Timing is off. Routes aren’t crisp. Throws are veering right and left. It looks completely out of sync. Blame it on a lack of time to throw, a shortened camp or whatever. It’s just not clicking. It needs to do so quickly for this team to have any shot of reaching the postseason.
Pass Rush Still Absent: The Jets middling nine sack total isn’t cutting it. Rex and Pettine either need to conjure up some new schemes…or conjure up new schemes. This would be one of those times to bring up the fact that the Jets knew an outside rusher was an offseason need and failed to address it (front office knock number two, for more we bring in Jets legend Joe Namath…). In other news, congratulations to Maybin on his first NFL sack. He’s a very undersized, one-dimensional speed rusher who’s yet to do anything at the pro level. That said, he was one of the very few Jets playing with any sort of passion and intensity on Sunday night. He didn’t stop on any play and his hustle led to the sack/fumble that could (and probably should) have somehow kept the Jets in the game.
Painfully Predictable: This is where the coaches need to get some heat. While the defense showed signs of steadying itself in the second half against Baltimore, it was tough to really gauge their effectiveness. Flacco was absolutely terrible, so it’s a stretch to give the pass defense any real kudos (except All-World Revis who is better than ever). Ray Rice was somewhat contained. OK. Rexy still needs to prove his chops with this unit. The D must show it can play a complete game, stop teams on third down and consistently deliver pressure (from wherever).Then, of course, there’s the other side of the ball. Where oh where to begin. Well, when David Clowney is calling out your plays you probably have some issues. I’ve always been loathe to join the Schotty Hate Train. It seems too convenient a vehicle to just dump all the Jets problems. It’s getting harder, though. I thought the first half in Oakland he was on his game. Then, it’s like the wheels come off. He reverts back to a comfort zone. Adjustments never seem to be made. There are tools there on the offensive side of the ball. After a certain amount of time, you need to question the guy who’s constructing the blueprint when the building is crumbling.
A Roster with Holes: No team is perfect. But championship teams can look at their rosters and do not see glaring warning lights. Those squads also have depth. Unfortunately, for the Jets, they’ve got warning lights and no depth. T.J. Conley has not proven he’s an NFL punter. Eric Smith has trouble covering anyone. We have no second tight end (sorry, Matty Mulligan). Wayne Hunter is a quality back up and nothing more. Bryan Thomas is…well, he’s now done for the season so that is both problem A and B rolled into one. The list does go on a bit.
So, what does it all add up to? Not surprisingly, it’s the equation for a 2-2 start. Am I dissuaded from believing this team can be a 10-6 team and have a shot in the playoffs? Not yet. Is the talent there to make it happen? Obviously, I think so. However, there is little doubt that if issues don’t get resolved starting this weekend, the final three quarters of the season will be much more of the same. In the meantime, the Jets should shut up. They need to earn back the right to say much of anything.
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