This has to be a haunting but familiar refrain for Jets fans. Another somber December for a solemn franchise. For the 47th consecutive year, there will be no goods under your Christmas tree. The most comforting image you’ll watch on television is the Yule log, jamming to Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra, who still were stars the lone time the Jets played in the Super Bowl.
As with all awful NFL teams, the Jets will be forced to purge the players who helped them plunge down the rungs of relevance. When you’re 4-9, few jobs are secure, from the 53rd man on the roster all the way up to the general manager.