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Big 'ol Rex, does he have it in him?
The Jets Can Do It: There are some who've come to wonder if once heralded Rex Ryan (and when we say once heralded we mean for a period of about 12 months) has any idea whatsoever what he's doing on the sidelines.
His team goes through periods like they've never played a down of football before, the vaunted D shuts off and the less than lauded offense looks like they're avoiding land mines in the midst of stalling on three and outs.
That having been said, Ryan is the maestro this coming Sunday as the Jets finally get the rush they need out of a somewhat reconfigured six man front that allows for five backs at all times to contend with Brady's myriad weapons.
For the entire sixty minutes the Jets, or whatever portion of the game the Jets defense is on the field, will put heavy pressure on Brady, forcing quick reads into tight coverage that result in endless (at least by Patriot standards) stalled drives.
On the other side, Coach Bill Belichick, who has also been heading up both the offensive and defensive sides of the ball in coordinator roles, has a bad day from minute one; waking to discover his red setter (ironically named Rex) has torn through his favorite wool beanie and sweatshirt combo which has been neatly laid out on a small bedside sofa for a quick morning change.
He rues the fact that he did not sleep in the beanie and sweatshirt as he normally would before a big game and even considers putting Rex down. He is off kilter en route to Foxboro at 6:30 a.m. and in a terrible twist of fate one of the last deer left in the state bolts in front of his car and Belichick ends up swerving clear off the road.
The car is stalled and having forgotten his cell phone, Belichick decides he must hitch-hike to the stadium. He quickly picks up a ride, but shortly thereafter realizes he has been thoughtfully accommodated by a truck full of Jets fans who have been drinking all night en route from New York.
From there the equation is simple enough, neither the truck full of Jets lovers or Belichick ever make it to the game. The Pats, without their Head Coach, Offensive and Defensive Coordinator, flounder.
Combined with Ryan's coaching masterpiece, the Jet's emerge 24-17.
The Jets Won't Win: Because Belichick doesn't even have a dog named Rex, he sleeps at Foxboro the night of the game and on his best day Ryan can't keep pace with the Patriot Maestro and the Pat's run it up on their hated rival 41-14.
P.S. The truck-full of inebriated Jets fans get pulled over by a New England roadie and spend the day in the rankest drunk tank the state of Massachusetts has to offer.