I’ve lived in New York all of my life. From the very early years, I’ve been a Jets fan. I’ve lived through the minor highs (Freeman, Wesley, Al Toon, some nice games from Richard Todd) and the major lows (Blair, Matt Hatchette, Alex Van Dyke, some terrible games from Richard Todd). I feel like I have a very strong grip on the green and white, and I love that I’ve seen this year. For the first time in forever, the Jets are a true team on the rise. They really, really are.
That said, this weekend they’re going to lose—ugly.
If one listens to New York sports talk radio, or watched the yoyos on SNY and MSG, he’d think the Jets actually have a chance. All the cliches are out in full force—they’re hot at the right time, Mark Sanchez is on a roll, San Diego can’t stop the run, Tomlinson is a shell, Vincent Jackson will be shut down, etc … etc.
ENOUGH!
The Jets will not win this game. They’re about to get slaughtered by a significantly better team. I’m predicting 38-10, but it might be worse. This isn’t an insult to the Jets—their improvement this year has been remarkable, and the team is one or two relatively minor pieces away from being Super Bowl worthy (The pieces: A serious pass rusher, and a deep-threat receiver who doesn’t drop every other ball).
OK, I feel better.
My predictions:
Chargers 38, Jets 10
Colts 24, Ravens 13
Vikings 35, Cowboys 10
Saints 45, Cardinals 31
