I'm not normally prone to wild bits of fancy-free prognostication but I thought I'd make an exception today considering the quarterback situation.
As weird as it may sound, I think our quarterback situation is now decided, for better or worse. At the beginning of the season, for example, we all "knew" that Brodie Croyle was going to be the starter. But we also "knew" there wasn't a snow cone's chance in the seventh level of hell that he'd finish the year. Some of us probably tried to deny this "knowledge" (COUGH! yours truly HACK!) but in the end, in that deep down, reptilian reality center, squirming in the very bowels of what passes for my...I mean our brains, we knew.
And now we don't have to worry about it anymore. Brodie Croyle fulfilled his destiny with one short but familiar limp out of the stadium. Gone too is Dameon Huard presumably to collect his social security between trips to the VFW and episodes of Murder, She Wrote.
Whom, or more precisely what, are we left with? Apparently, some Peanuts character who is currently under investigation for blacking my poor neices eye in the third quarter of the game against the Titans.
For the record, I think he's innocent. But try telling that to my snot-nosed kid sister and her pedantic, pontificating, pretentious little offspring.
Seriously though, I think it's fairly easy to predict what we'll see today. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll yell at the television. Question is, will you be performing these little acts in anger and disgust or in outright surprise.
The Jets' current ranking against the pass gives me hope; their current ranking against the run gives me pause. It is good to know that Tyler has been told he's the starter win or lose. And I expect one of two things from him: 1) more of the Atlanta game or 2) a pleasant surprise that could just catch the Jets off guard.
Yeah, yeah...go ahead and fling your poo of hyper-optimism at me ya bunch of apes, but there is a chance, however small, that the relative calm Thigpen displayed last week will continue and that he'll be able to provide a spark via his winged wheels between, of course, lackadaisical lobs to the fans in puke-iest green.
However silly, I for one, am looking forward to the game.
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