People always talk about their favorites, how bout the Jets you dislike?
HERE'S MINE
HERE'S MINE
- Vernon Gholston: BY FAR the biggest dog in Jets history. Drafted 6th Overall after setting sack records at Ohio State, Gholston essentially hit the lottery and promptly went in the tank. By the time his pathetic career with the Jets had mercifully come to an end, he had a Grand Total of ZERO SACKS for the Jets, the same number as you and me. This guy made Blair Thomas seem like a Hall of Famer.
- Keyshawn Johnson: His attacks on Wayne Chrebet were below the belt (Team Mascot etc.) and uncalled for, totally unprovoked, probably racist too (JMO), but that aside, he was never as good as he thought he was, never justified the No. 1 Overall Pick, no speed, therefore a glorified possession receiver who couldn't carry Al Toon's jock. To top it off he was constantly holding out for more money, like he was Jerry Rice.
- Mark Sanchez: It still burns my ass that a SB caliber team was wasted on this immature, mentally weak bust. Its appropriate that his legacy is the butt-fumble.
- Johnny Mitchell: World class talent who pissed it all away, and nothing is more pathetic than wasted talent. Sheldon Richardson is in danger of being this generations Johnny Mitchell and making these lists in the future.
- Rick Mirer: The Jets were the trendy pick to make it to the Superbowl when Vinny blew out his Achilles in Week One. Enter Rick Mirer, a former No. 2 Overall Pick, who just needed to be halfway decent for that team to make the playoffs, but he looked like he never picked up a football in his life and by the time he was yanked for Ray Lucas, a once promising season was completely lost, the brief run with Parcells going down in flames.
- John Idzik: His stay was short-lived, and thank goodness for that, but his piss-poor execution in free agency was exceeded only by his total incompetence with the draft. I've said it before but it bears repeating; I honestly believe anyone on this board who even casually follows the draft could have drafted better than Idzik. We would have been in better hands if Walter Football was making our picks. Heck, we would have been better served by simply picking names out of a hat.
- Rich Kotite: The John Idzik of coaches. The only good thing I can say about his tenure, it was so bad, rock bottom in every sense of the term, that by the time a 1-15 disaster had ended his short reign as Jets HC, it spurred Leon Hess to get serious and bring in Bill Parcells.
- Kyle Brady: Epitomized the phrase; "Looks like Tarzen, plays like Jane." The man was absolutely chiseled, but his lack of athleticism was alarming and you could see it from day one. Couldn't run, couldn't cut, couldn't jump, and to make matters worse, he couldn't break tackles either. One guy would routinely bring him down. DB's half his size would drop him like he was shot. I nick-named him "The Wooden Indian" because thats what he was, it was like having one of those Cigar Store Indians from back in the day on the field. If you had put a Wooden Indian on the field in his place, nobody would have known the difference, and this was the No. 9 Overall Pick.
- Dave Cadigan: I just realized I have three USC players on this list, all drafted in the TOP 10, so essentially a third of this list comes from the same school. Please Leonard Williams, don't make it four! That aside, Cadigan was going to be our next Winston Hill when we drafted him 8th Overall, our dominant left-tackle for the next decade, but he barely cracked the starting lineup and his only claim to fame was leading the league in penalties and nearly getting our QB's killed. But just being a bust would not have gotten Cadigan on this list if he didn't also have a nasty disposition with the fans and the media, basically catching a resentment at the suggestion that he was a bust. IOW's he had a much higher opinion of himself than anyone else, including his teammates, none of whom ever bothered to defend him. I always got the impression that they didn't like him either. Six years later he was out of the league, and trust me, nobody missed him.
- Richard Todd: After Namath the Jets went back to Alabama and Bear Bryant for his replacement, and while Todd did have the physical tools to be a good QB in the NFL, and he actually wasn't that bad, but he had a real penchant for choking at the most inopportune times. Like a huge comeback he led verses the Buffalo Bills in the playoffs, Shea Stadium was going insane, the stands were literally shaking as the Jets were inside the Bills 10 Yard Line late in the 4th Qtr with a chance to take the lead, complete an amazing comeback and win it, and Todd throws an INT in the end-zone that completely sucks the life out of the building. That was pretty much the story of his Jets career. He was good enough to win games and get us to the playoffs, but somewhere along the line you knew HE (personally) was going to screw it up. And we had some GREAT TEAMS in those years too, teams that could and should have won the Superbowl, if only Richard Todd had risen to the occasion when it mattered, rather than folding like a cheap suit. The end of his Jets career, for all intents and purposes, came in the now infamous Mud Bowl (AFC Championship Game) down in Miami, when Richard Todd made AJ Duhe a household name. Three INT's for Duhe that day, a linebacker mind you, not a defensive back, including a Pick 6 that Duhe took to the house to essentially ice the game. That game haunts me till this day because I know in my heart of hearts that the Jets had a better team than Miami, significantly better. I didn't feel that way when we lost to Denver in the AFCCG in 98. I felt like those two teams were evenly matched. But I'll go to my grave believing we should have kicked the shit out of Miami in that AFC Title Game, just like Washington did two weeks later in the Super Bowl, and the blame falls squarely on Richard Todd. To be fair he had a good playoff run through the first two games, verses Cinci and Oakland, he was really good in those games, but he completely spit the bit in Miami, story of his career.