Todd Bowles is on the clock now after this Jets disaster


Todd Bowles did one thing right Thursday night. One. When the game was over, when the Browns had turned 14-0 down into 21-17 up, cracking open Victory Fridges all over this town, when his team had been dutifully chased back to the visitors’ locker room at FirstEnergy Stadium the head coach of the Jets finally hit a proper note.

“I’m taking the whole ballgame,” Bowles said. “The whole ballgame is on me.”

Hell, yes, it was. This whole calamity falls square on the coach’s shoulders, all of it, from the scared-of-their-own-shadow game plan to the surplus of penalties that sabotaged them up and down the entirety of the game, up to the carefree culture that pervades this team and allows two game-changing lapses in judgment and decorum. We keep hearing these will be eradicated from this franchise on Bowles’ watch.

Things will change, he keeps saying, going on four years now.

And yet: Nothing changes. Ever. The Jets were reckless and stupid and absent of any kind of self-discipline in Bowles’ first three years, and they remain the same lawless train wreck now. The last two years they were bad enough to where all of that was just a byproduct of being a lousy team.

The Jets were supposed to be past this.

“This will be a good team,” Bowles said, again, and by now it is impossible to listen to it any longer because the same things continue to befuddle the Jets week after week, game after game. That’s on the coach. All of it. Every inch of it. It was only through Providence and a good-hearted owner that he wasn’t jettisoned last year. He seemed to understand how precious a gift that was. He vowed things would be different.

Things aren’t different.

And what’s worse: It is becoming impossible to believe they will ever be different under this coach, who is now 11-25 for his past 36 games, who keeps talking tough when he’s talking to reporters but clearly doesn’t present nearly the same ferocious face when he’s talking to his players. They don’t fear him. If they respect him, as they insist they do, they have a funny way of showing it.

“Inexcusable,” Bowles called it, and that was being kind.

“We lost our composure,” he said. “Things we were doing right in the first half we didn’t do in the second half.”

Actually, things had started to go sour long before the second half. The Jets were up 14-0 and they were cruising, and they’d turned this big bowl hard by Lake Erie into a morgue. But then two curious things happened. First, while scoring his second touchdown, Isaiah Crowell added an asinine gesture to his touchdown celebration, treating the ball like a roll of Charmin before heaving it into the stands.

Then, after the Jets shook that bit of imbecility off by pounding the Browns into another three-and-out, cornerback Trumaine Johnson doubled-down on the idiocy, drawing his own unsportsmanlike penalty that allowed the Browns to keep the ball.


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