New York Jets Vs. Steelers: Can the Mouths of Manhattan Conquer Pittsburgh?

The New York Jets talked the talk, then the Mouths of Manhattan walked the walk up there in Foxboro, didn't they?

Rex Ryan, The Mouth That Roared, was a bizarre sight rumbling down the Jets sideline, a celebration 40-yard crawl that might have taken 10 seconds. Ten flat in the 40, but who's timing, Rex? It was his guys who turned out to be the best team on the Gillette Field Turf and now it's on to Steel City.

"Maybe everybody else never believed, but we believed," said Big Rex, who couldn't wait for that magical moment on the field with the Hoodie as time ran out.

"We've moving on. Same old Jets, back to the AFC Championship. The only difference is this time we plan on winning," Rex repeated, faster than you can say, Tom Brady's really in the dumpster. 

Note to Ben Roethlisberger and the Steelers:  Did you get that? This time the Jets plan on dumping you guys in your house.

The Mouths That Swallowed The Big Apple had no problem gulping down the Patriots. The nerve of them, there they were planting His Majesty Tom Brady on his royal duff and generally making it a miserable late afternoon, early evening for the King of Quarterbacks and his adviser, Rasputin, also known as Bill Belichick.

"We just didn't do enough things well," said Belichick, whose head seemed to sink farther into that hood as the game went on. What he didn't say is that the Boast of The Town had his guys firing on all cylinders while the Patriot machine coughed and sputtered.

Now comes the new sweetheart of New York, Midtown Mark, 40 years after Broadway Joe had everyone in love with him while he sipped Johnny Walker Red at the Bachelors III.

Mark Sanchez—raise your hand and be honest here, if you expected him to outplay Baron Brady on Sunday.

Sanchez is two games from a ticker-tape parade, two wins from history and two wins from New York legend.

But that mountain in front of him is more than legend, those Men of Steel with a defense that that fills other teams' Injured Reserve rosters.

These are the Men of Steel, so what are the chances for this brash, bold pack of J-E-T-S, Jets, Jets, Jets?

Raise your hand again, if you put your hard-earned money down on the Jets in Foxboro.

If you watched Pittsburgh, the Ravens had 'em where they wanted 'em.

Down 21-7 at the half, the Ravens had everything going their way. Momentum was a downhill dump truck running all over the Steelers. It was all Baltimore until those two fateful third-quarter turnovers, and faster than you could say Pass Me Another Iron City Beer, it was 21-21 and the handwriting was on the wall at Primanti's.

All the Ravens needed was Denny Green in their locker room to deliver his "We had 'em on the hook" speech. All they needed was Green to scream, "They are who we thought they are."

But for 30 minutes on the floor of the newly-sodded Heinz Field, the Steelers looked ripe for the picking.

And that has to juice these Jets just a little, doesn't it?

The Steelers actually looked so very beatable.

So there were the Jets, making their arms into airplane wings and flying patterns around Gillette as the final seconds ticked off the clock.

And wouldn't you know it, they've already started talking.

"Big Ben, he's next on our list," said wide receiver Braylon Edwards, a key player in the win over New England.

And you have to get a chuckle out of that, because Edwards is a receiver, and correct me if I'm wrong, but he doesn't have to defend against that guy Big Ben, you know, Roethlisberger, who will try and do what Brady couldn't.

The first salvo has been fired.

They Jets are talking and will no doubt talk some more for us this week.

But they did walk the walk in Foxboro.

Correction, that's too gentle. They stomped the stomp.