I have no particular brief for or against the NY Jets, so I come to the disaster they've made of their season with no preconceived biases. Even so, it's been so much fun watching them self-implode that I've started rooting for them to get even worse--making the unlikely assumption that that is even possible--just to ramp up the amusement value even more. As Jason Gay remarked in today's WSJ:
... the Jets keep cranking out the laughs, week after week, like a hardworking vaudeville revue. The jokes are broad and accessible. Football likes to view itself as a sophisticated, intricate endeavor, but the Jets play a type of football a toddler could love. The quarterback—he ran into a guy's butt, and fumbled!
