So, how do you like your hockey team so far, Winnipeg?

Still think it's better than your old team?

I don't.

The team formerly known as the Winnipeg Jets is considerably superior to the team now known as the Winnipeg Jets, something that was amply evident Saturday night in the Valley of the Sun.

The old Jets may be orphans, they may play in a desert and perform in front of fewer people than you'll see at a four-family garage sale, but they're creative, quick, organized, show purpose and aren't prone to bonehead plays that result in the puck landing in the back of their net.

The new Jets? Not so much.

You want bonehead? Say hello to Dustin (D'oh Boy) Byfuglien, who helped arrange the old Jets' first goal in a 4-1 victory over the new Jets at Jobing.com Arena. Say hello to Nik Antropov, who almost skated into the corner of the rink before shooting the puck on a penalty shot.

These new Jets are a disjointed, dysfunctional National Hockey League outfit. Especially on the power play, where they're now 0-for-2011.

But power outages aren't their worst crime.

Their biggest felony is that they're practitioners of ho-hum hockey.

Where's the passion? Where's the energy? Where's the attitude? Doesn't anyone on that team arrive at the rink in a bad mood? Don't they ever wake up on the wrong side of the bed? They lose all the one-on-one battles along the wall because they don't have any cranky players. You know, a super-pest with bad breath who agitates, aggravates, baits and, at the same time, plays with an agreeable skill level.

What I've seen in the new Jets' 0-3 start is a collective that's about as threatening and dangerous as a kid licking a vanilla ice cream cone.

I've yet to see someone step up, grab a game by the throat and put his personal stamp on it.

Andrew Ladd was advertised as a great leader of men. Haven't seen it. And don't even get me started on Big Buff or Antropov. D'oh Boy Byfuglien does a lot of skating that results in a lot of nothing, while Antropov is what I refer to as a triple D player—disinterested, disengaged and dopey. Apparently, he forgot to put in a wake-up call for October.

But, hey, it's early. We're only a week deep into the season. So chill.

The new Jets have plenty of time to catch up to the old Jets. Or not.