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.