Rick Reilly is a very well-compensated sportswriter for ESPN. He used to be great at his job. Now, he is less so. And today's column — a poem about the Jets — might be his nadir. I've matched some choice "stanzas" with images that convey the reaction you will feel when you're reading. You will feel progressively worse about Rick Reilly, your own life, and the state of mankind. Eventually, you will feel so angry that you turn into Nicolas Cage. Enjoy.
QB or not QBThat is the question.Who should the Jets start?Who should the Jets shun?
They cut Tim TebowA big deletion20 mag covers6 completions
They could start SanchezBut fans would grumbleHis most famous playIs the butt fumble
They picked brash GenoWho's a bit of a divaHe says he'll behaveBut who's a believa?
Garrard was a JagWho never flew highGuess J.A.G. means"Just Another Guy"
Matt Simms has good genesBut his hope is slimCoaches over 40Rarely play The Sims
Not much of a groupBut Rex says: "Compete!"(This will be less funthan looking at feet)
