It’s Day Two after that Jets loss and, given a little time to reflect, everyone decides to pile on Rex Ryan.
The Daily News says Ryan “needs bite to match bark,” and the Post cries out for you to “Blame the rookie!,” as in the rookie head coach–not the rookie quarterback. See? Rich Cimini takes us back for a Teddy Roosevelt analogy, sort of:
He speaks loudly and carries the biggest stick on the block. He has the ability to motivate his players to do fantastic things – remember the 3-0 start? – but sometimes his swagger can be a curse.
Live by the swag, die by the swag.
Steve Serby, on the other hand, addresses Rex directly, and self-referentially:
Here’s how it works in this town: You can be celebrated on the back page of The Post as The Mad Scientist one week, and receive your comeuppance as Wrecks Ryan the next. Remember what Bill Parcells used to say? It’s either Euphoria or Disaster here. Welcome to Disaster, Wrecks.
It’s a very, very slow day in sports, so even the Times piles on and speculates about How Rex Should Handle New York.
The problem teams face in New York is the persistent hype that makes bad times seem worse and good times better. The challenge is finding your own reality, and the reality for Ryan’s squad after five games is that they still are the Jets — a team that has been chasing a championship for 40 years.
Sounds like the Jets are officially back to reality after that 3-0 start, until maybe they beat the Bills and Raiders and then the Dolphins at home, in which case they’ll still be a team that has been chasing a championship for 40 years, but no one will feel the need to say so.
The Knicks, on the other hand, are unlikely to ever leave reality for anything more optimistic. They played last night for the first time since Mike D’Antoni spared them their morning commute and shot 30 percent from the field. They were 7 of 41 from behind the arc. Oh, and their would-be star Danilo Gallinari “spent another night drifting in and out of the offense while his shot simply drifted from the basket,” according to the Times. Coach D’Antoni didn’t exactly help this kid when he called him the best shooter he’s ever seen–a comment that will surely surface in every story about Gallinari struggling. But it really is bad when the Times, of all papers, says–in its lead–that you spent four quarters exhibiting “mild anxiety and puzzlement.”