It’s time for Joe Willy to S.T.F.U. on the J-E-T-S. Namath, the Hall of Famer and prominent “Jets legend,” made yet another one of his increasingly-frequent media appearances to talk about his former team. This time it was on Boomer & Carton.
In what has become par for the course, Namath took the opportunity to critique the organization in this case calling out the Jets franchise for “misleading fans.” He also shared that he is not on speaking terms with owner Woody Johnson or new GM John Idzik. Question. Is that a requirement? Doesn’t Idzik have enough problems to keep him occupied that placating a former Jet from the ’60s shouldn’t be anywhere near the top of the list?
The popular Jets blogs and forums out there seem to be of two prevailing opinions on Namath. They divide Gang Green faithful into distinct camps.
The first widely believes Namath is one of the few Jets alums to “tell it like it is” and praise him for continuing to hold the Jets, their coaches and their players “accountable.”
Camp number two believes Namath’s rhetoric is too critical – often without grounds – and is more grandstanding and ego than constructive.
I fall strongly into the latter group. You can, of course, legitimately blame it in large part on the state of the media and, in particular, the New York contingent. They are even more predisposed to the cheap, tabloid headline type of crap that you can inevitably count on Namath to deliver. And admittedly, he’s not always wrong. But his commentary never comes off well-meaning or from a genuine place. He couches it all in how much we cares about the organization, but it feels thinly veiled in a drunken-like desire to stay in the limelight and get attention.
It’s overdue, Joe. Let’s sit a few snaps out. It’ll be good for everyone.
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