Bent’s Thoughts from Across the Pond – Week 7
I am quite ill at the moment, so most of my thoughts at the moment are things like “I think I’d better blow my nose”, “My head hurts” and “I think I’d better blow my nose again”. If only the Jets had someone who could run as consistently as my nose on their roster.
OK, I’ll nut up and stop crying, because this coming weekend is the occasion of the second annual Bent visit to the Meadowlands. Yes, I hate the Dolphins and Giants that much that I bolted the country in disgust when they flew over here. Now I know this year has been a big disappointment, but if you are still enough of a glutton for punishment to be going to the game on Sunday, let me know where to find you and maybe I’ll drop by and say “pip pip cheerio” or some other British phraseology.
All this means it’s a week off for me next week but you’ll get my recap of the Bills experience in the off-season. For now, I have my thoughts on this week’s familiar-seeming loss to whoever it was that beat us this week – after the jump.
Piling on Pennington
Never wanting to be one who repeats myself, I have understandably found it hard to keep this column fresh in the wake of our team losing every single game in the exact same manner. However, one avenue I haven’t persued to date is the anti-Chad bandwagon. Clearly this guy is the difference between the Jets being 1-6 and 6-1 and must be replaced as soon as possible by the awe-inducing second year man, Kellen Clemens. To wit:
* It was good to see a few new wrinkles in the Jets offense this weekend, unfortunately nearly all of them were in aging signal caller Chad Pennington’s face
* If a mark of a pro-QB is an ability to throw an out, Chad needs to stop throwing batting practice
* Surprisingly, one of Chad’s throws on Sunday was clocked at the speed of Light, although that really isn’t all that impressive, when you discover that Todd Light only covers 40 yards in five seconds
* Chad might miss the Bills game anyway, because he’s scheduled to toss the coin at Marshall’s game on Saturday afternoon, and it might not have landed by the time he’s due to fly back on Sunday morning
* Say what you like about Chad, but at least he’s a better game manager than Tony Kornheiser’s daughter
* I’ve only ever played golf once and I was hopeless, but I’d back myself to get an 80 yard drive more than the Jets right now
* For someone so obsessed with fades and curls, don’t you think it’s time the guy bought himself a comb?
OK, so none of that was particularly funny or clever, but I decided not to put much “zip” on my jokes, to make the ultimate statement.
An Apology
I unreservedly withdraw and distance myself from the entire last section. I didn’t mean any of it. Sorry, Chad, you’re still my hero. Keep working.
Other random thoughts
* I think I’d better blow my nose.
* Has Abram Elam surpassed Onzy Elam as most non-descript Jet whose name is an anagram of “lame” yet?
* Speaking of which, how in this era of the “Mangini-type player” does a guy who narrowly avoided jail in 2003 walk straight into the starting line-up?
* I still hate this month. Roll on November.
* I’m pretty sure Dewayne Robertson has given up on the season. We’ve seen this before (in 2005). The guy has a tough knee condition and has to play through pain, but if the Jets are 1-6, why should he? His performance over the first few games of the year wasn’t as bad as some would have you believe, but now he’s getting routinely blown off the line. But if he holds up his end of the bargain only for nobody to shoot the gap and he still gets widely criticised (sic) for it anyway, I’m almost inclined to say who can blame him? But no, I haven’t given up on the season yet, so he shouldn’t either.
* See you all at the game! I’ll be the guy with horrible teeth in the suit and bowler hat, holding an umbrella.
Bent, the Elam thing is weird–”Speaking of which, how in this era of the “Mangini-type player” does a guy who narrowly avoided jail in 2003 walk straight into the starting line-up?”
Keep in mind that Mangini didn’t seem to care much when Justin Miller–after training with Teddy Atlas–punched out one of Barak Obama’s female aides.