Wanna know how tough life is for big-name, high-profile, massive-contracted quarterbacks in this ridiculous city? Check out the first line from Gary Myers's column in the Daily News this morning:
Mark Sanchez finally played like a confused and disoriented rookie and is the only reason why the Jets can now forget about becoming the first team to go 16-0 and win the Super Bowl.
Uh ... people thought that was a possibility? Yikes.
We mean, Myers just said the Jets were going to be 7–9 less than a month ago. Cut a team a break already!
All that said, Sanchez was quite wretched yesterday, throwing three interceptions and losing a fumble in the end zone — on a play in which he held the ball far, far too long — and assuredly cost the Jets a game in which the defense once again looked dominant. The Saints have been doing their impression of the '99 Rams during the season's first month, and Rex Ryan's swarming, blitzing human masses nearly shut them down. All the Jets needed yesterday was a quarterback who avoided mistakes, who played like Dilfer.
Sanchez did not play like Dilfer; he played like a scared Akili Smith. He was due, long overdue, for a game like this, and it is to his credit that he saved all his mistakes for one game rather than spread them out over the first three. One thing Sanchez wasn't was poised.
Should we be worried? Well, you should be less worried now than you were irrationally excited before yesterday's game. Yesterday's loss to the Saints was a helpful reminder that it's not supposed to be this easy, that a 3–0 start was shocking and unexpected and should be celebrated and appreciated. No one saw that start coming. We should have seen yesterday coming. Nothing to be alarmed about. Yet.