I am. I’m off, although I must admit I was only half-heartedly on even after those impressive back-to-back wins over the Patriots and the Titans on the road.
This latest pathetic two-game losing streak for Gang Cannibus further elaborates three things:
1) That this is the NFL, where the difference between the good teams and the bad teams is very slim and where, truly, any team can beat almost any other team—I doubt the Lions could beat the Giants, but Cleveland did, and …
2) How truly stupid it is in this knee-jerk media world mostly driven by the radio, that we have to name this team or that “Best in the NFL” or “Best in the AFC” at any time during the season, and …
3) How idiotic we all look when we start predicting Subway Super Bowls or whatever you want to call them when we know that from week to week our opinions can change on every team, and when you know that even one month or two weeks remaining in a season can be like having six minutes left in the fourth quarter and all your timeouts, and when you know how much of a tumble of the dice the three or four playoff rounds can be for each and every team that gets into the tournament. Right now the Giants, for example, are Super Bowl favorites, and yet their road will be frought with challenges. There is absolutely no guarantee Big Blue will survive the divisional round, never mind the conference championship.
So I say the Jets are pretenders when it comes to Super Bowl material, and playoff contenders only at this point, and at all points going forward until they actually, you know, get to the AFC title game. Then we can start talking Super Bowl … until they go down 14-0 at halftime.
As for Big Blue, yesterday’s lackluster loss is of little consquence. The common theme today is that it had a lot to do with the distractions of Harris Smith, er, Plaxico Burress and Antonio Pierce. Well, Pierce looked distracted—or at least flat-footed and overmatched—when Brian Westbrook sprinted past him for a touchdown catch. I don’t think it had anything to do with his involvement in Burress’s Glock episode.
The G-men lost because they dropped balls and couldn’t run effectively—when Earth goes down, Wind and Fire don’t look so great, do they? I don’t think it matters one bit that the Giants lost yesterday. Sometimes it’s better to lose and refocus as long as you have a record that affords it, and the Giants do. A winning streak going into the playoffs isn’t a big deal. A winning streak starting in the playoffs is. The Giants won the division, will still get home-field for the NFC playoffs, and will be fine even if they go into the playoffs by winning just two of their last four games.
10:00 a.m., Tuesday, Sam says:

Wait a minute – “half-heartedly on” the bandwagon?????? I seem to recall Carp being pretty well behind the Jets after the Titans/Pats wins, with very few qualifiers at all. I even took a little ribbing from our good friend Sunny for not doing as Carp did and “drinking the green Kool-Aid.”
Anyway, not to gloat but I definitely saw this coming. There are certain teams that just can’t handle complete prosperity and the Jets – sadly, for their fans – are one of them. That doesn’t mean they can’t win the whole thing, doesn’t mean they can’t make this season something special. It just means they’re going to have to work for it, as usual.
The Jets have made their own beds. In my mind, they’ve got to win two of their last three games to have any chance at the playoffs and that’s no easy task considering two of the games are against division opponents (Bills, Dolphins) and one is another one of those (apparently) tricky West Coast trips (Seahawks). The Left Coast has been rough for the Jets this year: San Diego, Oakland and San Francisco are the reasons, as as much as any, that the Jets are in as much trouble as they are.
Prediction? I think the Jets get those two wins and sneak into the playoffs. But I certainly wouldn’t count on it. And I’m certainly not making those picks from a bandwagon – the way the Jets have played lately, most people that were on have already long since jumped off.