And so we roll into the final week for what I assume will be a pointless Jets-Raiders game. I check out the standings for the end of the season… wait a minute.
AFC East: Miami clinches the division
AFC Jeff: Colts clinch the division.
AFC North: Either Baltimore or Pittsburgh, the other gets the wildcard.
AFC West: San Diego clinches the division.
The last wildcard slot? Well, the Chiefs are at 9-6. The Jets are at 8-7. The Jets have a win over the Chiefs. So if the Jets win and the Chiefs lose… holy crap, we could somehow stumble into the playoffs.
Even still, I am trepidatious as we take the field… wait, what’s #6 doing jumping up and down with a torn shoulder labrum?
Pause, Coach menu, Medical…
NO INJURIES.
Praise be to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, Mark Sanchez has been touched by his noodly appendage and HEALED! Let’s go to the kickoff!
This happens.
So, that’s a commanding 7-0 lead after 0:07…
They go three and out, punt. We take the ball, drive for a FG. They take the kick, go three and out, punt. We fumble it away! They fumble it right back! We drive up the field, drop one to Jerricho Cotchery to make it 17-0.
They drive OH NO DARRELLE REVIS INTERCEPTION! We take another FG, 20-0. That brings us to the half.
We receive and kill time on a drive, another FG, 23-0.
They go three and out, punt. We actually punt it back, pinned in our own red zone. But they manage to achieve diddly-schtum and punt it right back. It’s like Aussie Rules out here in Yets Stadium!
So with about four minutes, we futz around with some silly wildcat stuff before lofting what we intend to be a first down fade to Cotchery. That rascal fell into the end zone by mistake. Oh, Jerry. Will you ever learn? 30-0.
We kick it back, ready to see what they can do with a 45 second drive as they take it… ON THE ONE.
They go five wide, and squeak a pass out for a first. Twenty seconds ticking down… ball is lofted up in the air…
OH BRUCE GRADKOWSKI NO.
37-0. And our post-season depends on the outcome of the Vikings-Chiefs game, with both of THOSE teams fighting for post-season spots.
Any given Sunday, folks.
EDIT: Just to give you comparative stats?
Mark Sanchez: 109.3 passer rating.
Bruce Gradkowski: 0.0
That is all.