Who Is The Captain Of This Ship

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By definition, a Raider takes. He plunders, he pillages, he loots, he overbears. He decides on a trophy and he has it for himself, allows no one to pry it away.

The Raiders we saw in Tampa this afternoon were a direct contradiction of their branded title – they were charitable givers of the highest degree. They had territory and threw it away for nothing. They were aggressive, but they were weak. Their outright stupidity belied their instinctive decisiveness and pulled the curtain delicately concealing a crucial component of their identity:

Forget their record. Forget their talent. Forget their explosiveness. The Raiders are breaking the sound barrier with no one at the yoke. There is no one guiding this team.

A team under capable command doesn’t give up three penalties that create first downs on a fourth quarter drive that leads to his opponent taking a late lead. A competent tutor doesn’t allow his charges to give up five yard penalties on two separate First and Goal plays at the 2 yard line, including once on the team’s penultimate drive in regulation, trailing by a touchdown. The Raiders have been carried far this year aboard the tide of their considerable talent, that’s true. But athletic skill can be attributed to many things – indiscipline is the result of only one.

The Buccaneers that faced these headless horsemen from Oakland deserved by the sake of their own degenerate play to be utterly decimated on Sunday, and perhaps would have been against an opponent with even a modicum of situational coherence. Jameis Winston lost track of his star receiver Mike Evans after a promising first quarter that saw Winston standing strong in a crowded pocket, making sterling passes on the run against a secondary weakened after Sean Smith left with an early arm injury.

Winston’s accuracy eroded, and with it his team’s early ten point lead. Staked to a 17-10 lead after a miraculous-seeming nearly mistake-free third quarter, the Raiders regressed in the Fourth. It doesn’t matter that they came back to tie and force overtime after blowing the lead. To a certain extent, it doesn’t matter even that they were able to slide through a Bucs secondary trying to tackle people as if it were by and large armless to a victory late in overtime. When evaluating the long-term prospects of this team — when determining their ceiling this season against franchises that play like adults — what matters are the inexcusable, avoidable penalties – the countless illegal formations, 12 men on the field, holding on punts that were launched into the endzone – the plays that would have destroyed them against a team anywhere above sub-mediocre, which is an optimistic valuation of the Buccaneers.

Del Rio will get credit for going for it on 4^th and 4 in overtime. He doesn’t deserve it – or, at the very least, the value of that credit doesn’t come close to exceeding the weight of his team’s mistakes. 4^th and 4 on the opponent’s side of the field approaching two minutes left in overtime against an offense that had mustered only three-and-outs in the extra session – to punt would have been laughable. If you want to give Riverboat Jack credit for doing one not-laughable thing this afternoon, go ahead – I won’t.

Here is an abridged list of things that this obvious Fourth Down decision doesn’t excuse:

Crabtree turning a 3^rd and 1 to 3^rd and Long, which wouldn’t be converted, with a taunting penalty.
Delay of Game on 1^st and Goal from the 3.
Offensive Pass Interference in the endzone by Crabtree, negating a touchdown.
Illegal shift on 1^st and Goal from the 2, trailing by a touchdown late in the 4^th
Hands to the Face by a receiver in overtime, in field goal range.
False Start on 3^rd and 16 in overtime, pushing the Raiders out of FG range.
Holding on an overtime punt that was sailing into the endzone for a touchback.
Holding to negate a 42 yard pass play in overtime.
An NFL record 23 penalties for 200 yards.

To summarize, THIS game went to overtime:

Oakland massively outperformed an overwhelmed opponent, and still had to scrape victory from some of the most noxious effluvium we’ve ever seen in professional football. The Raiders learned today the very limit that an abomination can still be carried forth to victory – they should have learned, though, that they won’t beat anyone better than this anemic, unremarkable Bucs team with disgraces like today’s. Oakland’s brass can congratulate itself on its victory and its record, or it can hope to find a qualified mentor for its collection of supreme and willfully boneheaded talent. Right now, there isn’t one.

The Parquet Regards – Week 3

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Some notes on this week’s arbitrary league alignment:

Houston has been gifted a glorious opportunity in Week 3 to establish itself as a relevant power in the AFC. We know that New England is down to the Pizza Hut Delivery Guy on its QB depth chart, but the general perception is that Houston is still comparatively weaker overall. It’s Houston’s offense that’s capable of outrunning New England’s defense — this is Glock Osweiler’s moment to either legitimize his placement in the league’s quarterback hierarchy or be glossed over as another 9-7 Houston plug-in.
If the Ryan Brothers make it past Week 4, I will have a lap band surgically implanted into my lower intestine just to have it immediately removed in their honor. Lesson One for prospective NFL head coaches: Do not hire a relative for your coaching staff. Lesson Two: Do not allow your players to meet with ownership in your absence. Rex is steamrolling toward a scenario in which he has to choose to either fire his brother or go down with the ship himself — so far, he’s been willing to unfairly sacrifice his offensive coordinator. We’ll see if he’s as willing to stand in solidarity with his brother in the unemployment line as he is in the buffet line.
The NFC South plays defense roughly as well as I recite poetry in Urdu while juggling a booming farm’s worth of twelve pound pork butts.
A lot of us not-so-bravely predicted that the Colts would be bad at football this year, and only a despicable few of us are pleased to watch unfold what we foretold as inevitable. Andrew Luck is too smart to show us the fear that must lie underneath, but he’s dangerously close to entering the “Oh My God I’ve Entrusted My Once In a Generation Talent With A Bunch Of Incompetents” stage of his career, and it’s becoming objectively sad to watch.
The Browns are the Zodiac.

Here’s how we regard the teams before Week 3:

RANK	TEAM	W-L	PD	DVOA	OFF DVOA	DEF DVOA
1	Pittsburgh Steelers	2-0	+30	4	7	14
2	New England Patriots	2-0	+9	23	12	29
3	Arizona Cardinals	1-1	+31	2	8	4
4	Denver Broncos	2-0	+15	9	15	11
5	Carolina Panthers	1-1	+18	3	11	7
6	Houston Texans	2-0	+16	25	30	6
7	Minnesota Vikings	2-0	+12	12	26	3
8	Green Bay Packers	1-1	+1	15	25	10
9	New York Giants	2-0	+4	20	16	17
10	Cincinnati Bengals	1-1	-7	13	14	13
11	Kansas City Chiefs	1-1	-1	11	21	15
12	Seattle Seahawks	1-1	-4	8	27	1
13	Baltimore Ravens	2-0	+11	5	20	8
14	New York Jets	1-1	+5	17	5	26
15	Philadelphia Eagles	2-0	+34	1	9	2
16	Dallas Cowboys	1-1	+3	14	13	21
17	Oakland Raiders	1-1	-6	21	1	32
18	San Diego Chargers	1-1	+18	7	2	20
19	Detroit Lions	1-1	+3	6	3	27
20	Tampa Bay Bucs	1-1	-26	30	24	22
21	Atlanta Falcons	1-1	0	16	4	30
22	Tennessee Titans	1-1	-8	18	17	12
23	New Orleans Saints	0-2	-4	19	6	23
24	SF 49ers	1-1	+9	10	23	5
25	LA Rams	1-1	-22	28	32	9
26	Jacksonville Jaguars	0-2	-8	31	28	28
27	Indianapolis Colts	0-2	-18	22	10	31
28	Miami Dolphins	0-2	-9	27	22	18
29	Buffalo Bills	0-2	-12	26	19	25
30	Washington	0-2	-26	24	18	24
31	Chicago Bears	0-2	-24	29	31	16
32	Cleveland Browns	0-2	-24	32	29	19

More Washington Deadlock

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The respite from objective institutional failure for fans of Washington’s professional football team was meager, and is now over. The stink that has permeated through its organization – originating first with its very name and mascot and the inexplicably staunch defense of both, stretching to leadership mantras from ownership that over the years have vacillated between “Loyalty Is My Firewood” and “Welcome To The Team, We’ve Already Scheduled Your Office Locks To Be Changed Six Months From Now” – has, after one moderately deodorized season, made its way back onto the football field.

You like that, Mr. Snyder?

Two games into the season, Washington is showcasing a Tony Robbins-tier expert clinic in How To Miss The Playoffs In a Wretched Division Seven Months After Winning It. It’s true that we’re witnessing the humanizing of the once perplexingly immortal Kirk Cousins, but the team’s trajectory toward certain failure this season is for reasons beyond just their noodle-armed and displeasingly loud-talking quarterback.

The Broncos have showed us how to win with a quarterback who can only move his offense five yards at a time — the solution isn’t difficult to discern, but implementing it with success is nearly impossible. If you’re quarterback is bad, then all you have to do is be the best in the NFL at everything else.

Unfortunately for Washington, through two games their defense ranks tied for 26^th in the league, shredded most recently by the rookie brigade from Dallas. They were eviscerated in Week One by backup septuagenarian DeAngelo Williams, which caused a strikingly noticeable over-commitment to try to stop Ezekiel Elliot in Week Two. Dallas noticed this game plan almost instantly, running three play action bootlegs in the first quarter that all led to wide open completions – on all three plays, Dak faked the handoff right, baiting the entire Washington front seven to abandon the left side of the field as a receiver ran free into the void. The defensive coaching staff didn’t adjust – after the first quarter, the same play was run at least three times more with the same result.

This has been a theme for Jay Gruden and his staff – the game plan is apparently etched in stone in the style of Babylonian law. On either side of the ball, it’s not changing, no matter how quickly it’s neutralized.

This is stubbornness at its most obvious and idiotic. Three times the Washington offense tried a fade in the red zone – a play that became ubiquitous and then solved and made futile by defenses something like twenty five years ago. The first two times Washington tried it, as it has been countless consecutive times through history, the fade was easily defended with a mildly bothered swat by the defense. Then, of course, Washington had to try it that third time. You’ll never guess what happened.

Asked after the game if Jay Gruden thought it was a bad idea to run an inoperative play three times in the red zone during a close game despite its repeated failure, Gruden replied with inexplicable annoyance that he’d run the fade three more times next week, if he had to.

Please don’t, Jay – trust us, you don’t have to.

We know that the obvious counterbalance to a weak quarterback is to invest in a deep defensive infrastructure. Josh Norman was Washington’s major acquisition to that end, and the rigidity of his placement in their defensive formation is dubious at best and evidence of strategic incompetence at worst.

After heavy criticism for constantly lining up away from Antonio Brown in Week One, Jay Gruden again didn’t flinch – the Cowboys were able to shake Norman off of Dez Bryant simply by motioning him to the opposite side of the field while Norman stayed still. Washington valued his skills at $50 million guaranteed, and in a game against a divisional rival, often used those skills to cover the likes of Geoff Swaim and Lance Dunbar. Dez Bryant, meanwhile, was able to choose his matchup, easily switching himself onto Bashaud Breeland, who led Washington in tackles primarily because he was torched, targeted, and torched again (repeat eight times).

This obstinacy from the coaching staff is already being grumbled upon in Washington’s locker room — of course, dissension is always neutralized by winning, the possibility of which is always only a week away – but for players to publicly bemoan their coaches this early in the season is unusual and ominous. The luster from last season’s surprise run has already almost completely worn off, and underneath it will be the reminder that Jay Gruden is a career 13-21 coach. No slack will be cut, especially by his players.

The Norman signing was Washington’s lone offseason splash meant to improve its defense, a big move, but one without compliment, probably because Washington presumed its offense to be in capable hands with Cousins. Through two games, Cousins has made what should have been a predictable regression – his inaccuracy is this season is perceptible as ever, but he threw a high number of interceptible passes last year as well, but low expectations and relative collapse by their divisional opponents helped to mask flaws that may have otherwise been more widely tracked. It’s not new that Cousins has a weak arm and is incapable of leading an offense downfield by chunks of more than ten yards – the same was the case last year, but Washington stumbled to a playoff birth, and they errantly relied on a hope of progression that is destined to be unfulfilled.

A wagon hitched to an inaccurate, mistake-prone quarterback; a weak defense; a coaching staff unwilling make obvious in-game adjustments; a resentful locker room – if you’re developing a collection of indicators of a losing season, this is almost a complete list. Washington’s professional football team features all of the above, and their fan base is facing one of the worst realities in sports – the almost immediate realization of dramatically unrealized potential.

The bright side: If things continue to go bad, maybe the team will consider a major scrub of its identity. Maybe, if things get ugly enough, they’ll finally rebrand.

Turbulence Ongoing: An Open Letter to Fireman Ed in a Difficult Time

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Dearest sweet innocent Fireman Edward,

How you doing, buddy? This is a rhetorical question asked in halfhearted politeness, as I initiate this correspondence reasonably aware that you have spent these recent months weeping soulfully into the bucket of your upturned fireman’s hat while your inbox fills with messages from bovine Pats fans urging you not to feel ashamed at displaying your pathetic emotion in some sick public exhibition for their own fetishist delight. Do not allow them to see your snot-bubbly despair and become sexually aroused. Ignore their perverted agitations; treat yourself lightly. You’re merely reacting in the nature of your trade — by draining the giant fire hydrant inside of your face.

The roller coaster of emotions that most Jets fans have embarked upon this offseason began in the morose basement of their weathered psyches, and you are of course no different. Your team’s improbable loss in Buffalo halted a run toward the playoffs that, once there, could have conceivably carried them deep into a vulnerable AFC bracket. From the depths of your sorrow, Fireman Ed, may your spirit be enlivened by one mollifying truth: even in missing a postseason opportunity placed at Week 17 within easy grasp, the Jets had a Great Season.

Fitzpatrick had a tremendous outlier campaign. Marshall broke receiving records. Decker caught something like every third down pass thrown in his vicinity. Pryor tackled people really hard and Ivory, though now departed, ran his way to the upper crust of mediocrity. A new head coach won ten games when seven or eight would have been satisfactorily received.

Remember it all fondly. Once you’ve fortified yourself in a cocoon of alacritous nostalgia, may you find the strength to look toward 2016 with honest discernment, and let your heart then fill with dread.

When it comes – and it’s already aboard the urine-stinking express from Secaucus – regression will take your joyous retrospective sentiment and destroy it with dynamite. The most reliable indicator of a backwards step in year-to-year win total is a high number of close wins whose outcome could realistically have been less favorable – games won that could’ve easily been lost. The 2015 Jets didn’t raise a red flag in this category – six of their ten wins were by a double-digit margin – but the schedule they so dominated was roughly as challenging as finding an unsettlingly shaped tan line in Pensacola. Only two of their ten wins were against playoff teams (the Patriots and a Redskins team that benefited from the dumpster fire in the NFC East), and among their six losses were four against teams who themselves fell short of a postseason birth.

What I’m saying to you Ed is save the game tape from those thrilling victories against the Browns and Jaguars — pull them out while you’re amidst next year’s gauntlet. The Jets will face seven of this year’s playoff teams in 2016 – more than triple the postseason-caliber strength of this year’s schedule. This season had a difficult ending, but don’t ever forget that it also had hope – and next year when the Jets are in Arizona, you may not want to watch the game live. Maybe instead pull up the DVR of this year’s Titans game and reminisce.

As the Jets’ front office plays the most depressing game of free agent chicken of this offseason with Ryan Fitzpatrick – and as Fitzpatrick employs the Stephen Drew Free Agency Strategy of Incomprehensible Self Worth, while your brethren in the fandom wring their hands – know this well: Ryan Fitzpatrick will never be as good as he was in 2015, and in 2015 against a pitiful slate of opponents Ryan Fitzpatrick did not take his team to the playoffs. He self destructed in the season’s pivotal game, as you knew, in the cockles of your heart, that he would. The Jets have roughly $20 million available under the cap to fool with this offseason – if you think giving $14 million of it to Ryan Fitzpatrick better equips you to win a Super Bowl against that comparatively stellar 2016 schedule and those beyond, I think you’re dead wrong.

And that’s where I lose you, Ed, I know, because you can’t win in this league without a quarterback and Ryan Fitzpatrick is the best one out there, and you know him, and you like him, and he just almost did it for you. But here’s the reality you face, one that no one in New York City ever can: Your team will not contend for the playoffs. With or without Ryan Fitzpatrick, it doesn’t matter. You’re not winning next year. Bring him back if it’s reasonable, but don’t be duped in your hangover into letting him outsell his worth and disallow you from enhancing your roster elsewhere.

Don’t spend 70% of your spending cash on a quarterback who’s had one winning season in ten, whose career record is 43-61. Understand that big contracts to the likes of Brock Osweiller and Brian Hoyer do not necessarily mean that the market for middling quarterbacks is by rule becoming more expensive – so far it still means that teams who overpay for middling talent lose. When Ryan Fitzpatrick professes his worth, remember your aging secondary and offensive line, that your best receiver is also coming off an outlier season unlikely to be duplicated, and that at some point in the next 18 months you’ll need resources to fill those holes and you’ll still have to find and pay an actual franchise quarterback.

As you judge your team’s offseason, keep hold in your gloom to sober rationality: 2015 was great, and no matter what, 2016 will hurt.

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The Jameis Effect

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There is one simple, positively regarded character trait that an athlete can possess that will overwhelm his detractors and shield him from any critique of his personal moral compass, regardless of the truth that critique may contain.

There is one superlative that serves as an asterisk to any mention of an athlete’s desolated virtue, that will grant professional immunity from a record of abject crime, that will ensure job security from the bleakest of holding cells and streamline his path to redemption upon release.

It’s the ultimate provider of free-passes. It’s the blindfold happily pulled on by adorers. It’s the reflex that shakes the hand of a man unseemly and unremorseful before passing a check across the table.

It’s simple, and the recognition of it as savior has a jarring, cynical lack of profundity.

It’s Talent.

An athlete with it can bruise and bloody the body, head to foot, of a woman in an apartment full of witnesses, throw her on a bed covered in heavy artillery, threaten her life, and not only beat the charge, but earn a new professional football contract and be called the leader of his team.

An athlete without it is cut from that same team for failure to wear a tie.

And an athlete with talent can win the most prestigious award in college athletics, an award whose voters are asked to take ‘character’ and ‘moral fiber’ into consideration when selecting its victor, while the subject of a sexual assault investigation.

And that same athlete with talent can be selected as the first overall pick in the NFL Draft, as clamor and outrage over his alleged crime proves superficial as it wanes in typical fashion to reverence, the speed of this transformation of public opinion in direct correspondence to his growing ability to play football.

The sexual assault case against Jameis Winston has been expanded upon elsewhere, most notably by the New York Times, and the details of the abhorrent mismanagement of the investigation by the Tallahassee Police Department are now public record. Separate even from the facts of the alleged assault and the failure of its investigation, however, there is another, seemingly less important yet still critical to understand dimension to the case against Winston. The element of the case that relates directly to the culture of sports fandom is obviously inferior to the devastating realities that the case itself reinforces about sexual assault on college campuses, but to a degree, because this case involves a popular athlete, it presents questions related to sports culture whose answers may help gauge how our society reacts to violent crimes, their victims, and the people alleged to have committed them.

The simple truth is that the more we, as fans, continue to idolize and worship and revere players whose off-field behavior crosses beyond immoral and becomes criminal, the stronger the message to the athlete – particularly the young athlete on a college campus — becomes: ‘If I’m good, I can do anything.’ The stronger the message to general managers becomes ‘If he’s good, I can enable his corruption and publicize institutional support of it. I can give him a contract.’

So:

How much are we, as sports fans, willing to tolerate from an athlete before we begin to feel uncomfortable making an emotional investment in the hope of their professional, public glory? When do we decide to stop cheering for an athlete? What determines our tolerance threshold for victimization? To what degree are front office executives responsible, by either cutting deeply flawed athletes from or signing them to large-money contracts, for serving as the group who determines for us the level of criminality that is acceptable in professional sports?

Put simply, when a fan puts on a Jameis Winston jersey, what exactly is the personal message he’s conveying to the world around him?

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The common assessment when a player with a criminal history is signed or cut by a professional sports team is one of Skill vs. Severity. In 2013, Ray Rice had career lows as a starter in rushing attempts, rushing yards, yards per carry, and touchdowns. When video footage surfaced in August 2014 of Rice launching a haymaker to the face of his then-fiance in a casino elevator in Atlantic City, he was immediately cut by the Ravens. As the dust settled, media analyses agreed that given the steady decline in Rice’s production, the crime Rice had committed – or the footage of it – was gruesome enough to render his level of Skill, his value as a player, irrelevant. The reaction by the Ravens front office to this atrocity was essentially a tactical one – Rice simply didn’t play well enough for the Ravens to invest resources to deal with the fallout of his actions. The balance tipped toward Severity, so Rice was cut.

In 2013 – the last full season that Greg Hardy has managed to stay on the field – he sacked his opposing quarterback 15 times. In March 2015, just a few weeks after his court case concluded, he was signed by the Dallas Cowboys to a one year contract worth over $11 million. Not only was Hardy deemed talented enough to merit employment at the seventh-highest per-year salary among players at his position (with incentives that could push that salary into the top-five), but he was signed while the NFL was still conducting a personal conduct investigation against him, which investigation was widely expected to punish Hardy with a significant game suspension. Greg Hardy is great at playing football, and the Cowboys signed him despite both the recent violent criminal case against him and despite the certain likelihood that he’d miss a significant portion of this season due to suspension. The balance of Skill vs. Severity somehow tipped toward ‘Skill.’

The unresolved issue behind these assessments is our willingness, as fans, to accept as inevitable that a player with a certain level of talent can commit any degree of horrors and still be worth a roster spot and a multimillion dollar salary. When we hear pundits on television say that ‘Ray Rice doesn’t get a second chance because he’s no longer good at football’ and ‘Greg Hardy gets one because he can sack the quarterback,’ sports fans shrug and accept these assertions as logical reality, rather than challenging the cynical notion that certain sports heroes can be made by our willful disregard for their legal transgressions to be nearly literally invincible. We accept on face-value that a talent strong enough can bludgeon our sense of right and wrong, can pummel away our discomfort when we hear that a guy caught in a physical roadside altercation with a woman will face no repercussion, can cause us to maniacally cheer the kind of person who, in another profession and with a similar rap sheet, we wouldn’t let near our children.

We completely ignore that we have market value. In reduced terms, every athletic organization, both college and professional, survives primarily on two things: our eyes and our dollars. We control both. We can disseminate them, or not, pretty much as we please.

Greg Hardy doesn’t have to be on a professional football team. Skill doesn’t have to trump Severity. But we let it, with almost no fight.

Of course, though, people with spotted pasts, in any profession, can be redeemed and rehabilitated, can earn our compassion and respect as human beings. But in many cases involving professional athletes, we remove any incentive for the offending star to sincerely change his behavior, or even express remorse. Greg Hardy continues to behave like rotting garbage sludge because we’ve taught him a valuable lesson – that because he has Talent, he can behave this way with almost no meaningful consequence, and he’ll still be worthy of the $11 million dollar contract, he’ll still have the support of millions of screaming fans of one of the most popular sports franchises in the world, and he’ll still be considered by that franchise’s owner to be its leader.

This is obviously a dangerous precedent to set, especially on college campuses, where the caste system created by levels of talent is much differently arranged than in professional sports. For an overwhelming number of colleges and universities – even outside the power Division 1 conferences we typically associate with major college athletics – varsity sports, particularly football and basketball, can generate enormous revenue streams, both from avenues directly derived from the sport — like ticket and merchandise sales — to more indirect sources, like alumni donations, which for many schools rise and fall in tune with the success or failure of its sports teams. For this reason, a college athlete wields an enormous amount of power on his campus.

A college athlete’s authority is different, and much more terrifying, than a professional’s because the college athlete’s influence is often absolute. It often exists regardless of his current playing status, and therefore isn’t tied to proven levels of talent in the same way experienced by the professionals. Many college athletes, even good ones, don’t play at a starting level until their Junior and Senior years. But as Freshmen and Sophomores, before they’ve ever played enough to prove their on-field skill, the mere potential of their success has tangible value to the university. A redshirted prized recruit on his football team’s bench can wield as much or more power on his college campus than Greg Hardy possesses in the NFL.

Enter Jameis Winston, in 2012, in a redshirt year sitting out his freshman season at Florida State. On the night that the sexual assault to which he would become the prime suspect was reported (the initial report occurring the same night as the alleged attack, before the victim even knew Winston’s identity, which should debunk any hypothesis that the victim’s allegation was somehow fabricated as a profit-driven attack against a star athlete), Jameis Winston had never played a snap of college football.

When the lead detective assigned to the case, a part-time fundraiser for FSU athletics, decided essentially not to investigate, Jameis had not yet proven his actual ability in college-level competition. His status as a prize recruit – one of the best in the country – his value as potential was strong enough to shield him from serious legal scrutiny.

Speaking in an interview with the documentary ‘The Hunting Ground,’ Tallahassee prosecutor William Meggs repeated what has been his official stance regarding the Winston case: there simply wasn’t enough evidence to mount a prosecution, and that perhaps if an investigation had actually taken place — if DNA had been collected, surveillance tapes reviewed, cab drivers interviewed, the suspect himself properly interviewed – there may have been grounds to press charges.

He added one more line that we haven’t so far heard – “I think things that happened that night were not good.” Innocuous enough, but put that statement in context. Jameis Winston brought a girl home at one in the morning, and what happened afterward the city prosecutor is classifying as ‘not good,’ and the girl filed a sexual assault complaint almost immediately upon leaving the apartment.

An investigation never occurred, and a few years and a Heisman Trophy and National Championship later, 20,000 people flowed into Raymond James Stadium to cheer the Bucs’ first overall selection of Jameis Winston in the 2015 NFL Draft.

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This willful neglect has tangible consequences. It creates a precedent of immunity for offenders and thereby promotes continued victimization. When the New York Times released details of the flawed handling of the complaint against Winston, Winston’s infallibility as a talented athlete became a public lesson to athletes of all levels all across the country – If you’re good, you’ll get away with it. If you have skill, they won’t even try to catch you.

Unfortunately, this lesson was likely already ingrained. Just this weekend, the AP released a report detailing the favorable treatment that athletes at Florida State are receiving when investigated for sexual assault. Melissa Ashton, a former victim’s advocate employed by the university, said in a recent deposition that most of the victims of alleged sexual assault by FSU football players chose not to report the incident or follow through with the investigative process “a lot of times based on fear.”

This is terrifying, and it’s enabled by our deluded indifference.

When sports fans choose not to make a reasoned evaluation beyond “he’s on my team” of the athletes that they support, when we accept without scrutiny or pushback that Talent Trumps All, we send a clear and concerted message. We tell the front offices of our favorite teams that we don’t care. That they can continue to employ garbage humans and we’ll, beyond all reason, continue to cheer them and support them financially. More importantly, we send a message to the athlete himself – including those on college and high school campuses – that we’ll love him unconditionally. That whatever happens, we have his back. Keep the touchdowns coming, and we’ll keep looking the other way.

So to round back to this issue’s sweeping question – What is the public message transmitted by a fan who wears a Jameis Winston jersey? – the answer should make all of us as sports fans more than a little queasy.

Grounded, With Cause

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Black Monday played out for the Jets like an inescapable two-year old prophecy cashing in. The franchise was shoved onto the doomed path that led to Monday’s firings by its owner, corporate heir Woody Johnson, when after the 2012 season he fired GM Ben Tannenbaum and kept Rex Ryan as his head coach — not only kept, but with the dubious, nonnegotiable stipulation that the new GM would be tethered to Rex, a coach the new hire would have never worked with, never known. This demand — impractical, absurd, and confidently made by Johnson — along with the team’s fledgling quarterbacks and the salary cap inferno leftover by Tannenbaum — guaranteed a dearth of high-tier candidates in the interview room.

Enter John Idzik.

Idzik came to the Jets after serving as Assistant GM for the Seahawks, partly in charge of navigating the salary cap and negotiating player contracts. He was a budget man, whose credentials in areas of player development, scouting, and drafting were noticeably hypothetical. He was brought in to help Johnson — fabulously rich by means of heritage and luck and not by means of being a qualified businessperson — correct the books. He, Johnson, was essentially faced with two dilemmas — a decimated roster of amateurs and a franchise of weakening financial means — and because the position to head his front office was so unattractive, he couldn’t have a guy strong enough to fix both the roster and the business. He chose a guy who could fix the business.

“Fix the Business” in professional sports vernacular means essentially to stop spending money, and that’s exactly what Idzik did. Of course, it’s possible to spend less money and better the roster with short-term contracts with efficient but unglamorous players, but that requires a degree of scouting and personnel sense that Idzik hasn’t yet acquired. In his first offseason, Bart Scott, Eric Smith, Jason Smith, and Sione Pouha were all gone; brought in were the likes of Mike Goodson (arrested before camp; never played a snap), David Gerrard (injured both at the time he was signed, and during his entire stint with the team, before retiring), and Willie Colon (aptly named).

In the biggest and most heavily covered move of his first offseason as a general manager, Idzik traded the best player on an already scorched-earth roster, sending a future Hall of Famer, in his prime, to Tampa for a draft pick. The story behind this move is stratified and well-told, and now that Idzik’s gone and Revis is leading a defensive resurgence in New England, it’s reduced to one small proof of the front office’s overall failures during the latter half of Tannenbaum’s reign and the whole of Idzik’s — talent was lost and never replaced. Tannenbaum spent money recklessly; Idzik never spent it at all. And behind the scenes, Woody Johnson, as he all but admitted in Monday’s press conference, was blundering and confused.

Perhaps the most remarkable part of the mismatched Idzik – Ryan tenure was that it even lasted two years. At the end of the 2013 season, we all saw video footage of Woody Johnson proving to the world, if we didn’t already know, that when confronted with levelheaded reasoning when making decisions relating to football and the team that he owns, his finger is well off the pulse, his head in another galaxy. The 2013 Jets were 6-8, with a rookie quarterback, drafted by Idzik, who looked stupendously confounded, before rattling off a trivial two-game winning streak in meaningless games to reach 8-8. The scene in the locker room after their Week 17 win was of utter jubilation. Understanding football fans watched in shocked incredulity as Woody Johnson raised his arms and exulted in the return of his beloved head coach for the coming 2014 campaign.

The value placed in those final two wins was deranged and inexplicable, and it guaranteed the foul result that we saw this season. Woody Johnson ignored the dumpster fire reality that was the 2013 Jets, looked instead at the 8-8 record, but couldn’t understand how improbably those 8 wins were attained (two meaningless wins at the end of the season, a Week 1 win against Tampa gifted by a phantom personal foul, a win against New England caused by a previously never-called penalty on a field goal, etc), was never made to realize that those 8 wins could never be duplicated and that he was overseeing what was in actuality a 3-4 win team, and decided that everything was working exactly according to plan. Flash-forward to 2014: Geno again proving himself incompetent. Idzik again fielding a team that no one, including a (good, not great) coach like Ryan could win with, and you get the 4 win result that the Jets deserved in 2013.

While the course toward this failure was set by Woody Johnson’s ineptitude, Idzik and Ryan still had to go. Idzik had to go because he’s an abominable general manager, and Ryan had to go, in part, because you can’t attract a GM capable of producing the overhaul the Jets need if he’s strapped to a below .500 coach that isn’t even of his choosing. The franchise is in need of complete reconstruction, and while it’s true that the staff currently in place needs to be recycled, it’s also clear that once Woody, with the consultation of Charley Casserly and Ron Wolf, hires reliable top-level management, he needs to step far, far back into the recesses of his bewilderment. The corrupting miasma that has been pouring from the owners’ room has to be cut off — for the Jets to both win and overturn its reputation as a laughingstock, that’s step one.

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As we circle the drain on an NFL season whose headlines have been dominated by off-field controversies, which at times have yielded events on-the-field to a pedestrian and mostly unremarkable position by comparison, it’s fitting that, at the onset of the playoffs, we seem to be merely killing time to a premeditated, Pats-Seahawks Super Bowl. The games this year have felt a lot like a casual distraction — a reminder for followers and lovers of the NFL of what the sport actually is as we grapple with how its governing body presents itself to society. We’ve spent Sundays this fall trying to reconcile our love for football with its abysmal, culturally destructive governance — it’s been a gloomy experience, and that the games have seemed mostly unspectacular hasn’t helped to abate the struggle.

It’s possible that this season — the games, anyway — haven’t been as mediocre as they’ve seemed. Maybe the noxious cloud that has surrounded the commissioner’s office this year — for longer than that, really — has dulled our perception of the play itself. Maybe our senses are tricking us into to feeling that this football season has been tedious and flat simply because it’s been really tough this year to get excited about a league that has spent 9 consecutive months behaving deplorably, one in whose every public statement can be found a single, consistent underlying message: “We think you’re all idiots, and we’re untouchable.” It feels all right to sit back for the next few weeks and let the bracket play out exactly the way we all think it will, and let this season come to a formulaic and uninspiring end, one wholly reflective of the entire 2014 season.

Although…not so fast? Maybe?

One team may be able to break from procedure. One team has a chance to spit all over the equation that’s been laid out for us and spin a bleary and bleak season into chaos. One team:

Ladies and gentleman, your 2014 Dallas Cowboys.

The very idea makes me want to weep into my pillow and also it’s perfect. In a season as depressing as this one has been, what better way to punctuate it, what better kick in the collective football fan’s groin, than a Dallas Cowboys Super Bowl? What could possibly make you hate yourself more, make you feel worse to be a football fan than Roger Goodell has made you feel over the last year, than to have the final image of this putrid season be Jerry Jones hoisting the Lombardi Trophy? The symbolism is so glorious that I can’t tell whether I should root for it or throw up into my shoes.

The best/most horrible part is: it’s remarkably plausible.

The commentary surrounding the league’s transition to a vertical passing offense, and the ease with which teams can throw the ball, has become ubiquitous and boring (and just about all of it, obviously, absolutely true), but still overlooked is the cliched importance of rushing and defense in the playoffs, when the measure of success is winning one game against one opponent, and moving on to do it again. Super Bowl champions of the last five years have had notoriously atrocious rushing attacks, with one exception — last year’s Seahawks, who also happen to be the Cowboys biggest challenger in the NFC this year. It’s absolutely true that teams in recent history have been able to win Super Bowls with nothing better than a Brandon Jackson/John Kuhn (read: sack of potatoes) tag-team running game, but DeMarco Murray’s presence equips the Cowboys to outmatch this year’s competition. It’s reductive to say that the one of the easiest ways to beat the Packers is to keep the ball out of Aaron Rodgers’ hands, but it’s also a pretty certain truth. In Green Bay’s four losses this season, they’ve lost TOP by an average of 9 minutes/game. DeMarco Murray’s roughly eight thousand rushing attempts have helped Dallas top the league in overall and average time of possession, controlling an average of 55% of each game. In their Week 6 victory against Seattle, Dallas dominated TOP — 37 / 22, they shut down Russell Wilson, and DeMarco had 115 and a touchdown against the league’s 3rd-ranked rushing defense. More than Detroit, with its frequently-injured offensive superstars and its easily-imploded defensive personalities; more than Arizona, with its Wednesday Night Taco League quarterbacks; maybe even more than Green Bay, with its in this case notable inability to defend the rush; this Dallas team is equipped for a literal and figurative run.

The biggest fear that Cowboys fans probably have, at this point, is that they miss the NFC Championship Game by some very Cowboys-y Romo-y catastrophe, and the front office in early February sounds something like this:

Team Exec: Hey, Jerry, whatcha got in that box there?

Jerry Jones: Nothing.

Team Exec: Are you sure? It looks pretty heavy. What’s your face doing? You look like a pickled six hundred year old radish.

Jerry Jones: I am winking at you furtively so that you will leave right now and ask no further questions. Who sent you here? Was it Johnson?

Team Exec: It’s addressed to Minnesota…what the hell–

Jerry Jones: Get out of here! Leave this place!!

Team Exec: Dammit Jerry this is every first round pick for the next eleven years-

Jerry Jones: Adrian!!!!

Team Exec: NOOOOOOO!!!

Jerry jones: ADRIAAAAN!!!!!!

Anything can happen, of course, but among the uncertainty lies two looming possibilities — we put this dismal season to bed with a long Cowboys run that will make us all hate ourselves for being football fans, or it comes to a colorless, predictable on-field end followed by Jerry fire-saling his team’s future in an extravagant display that will make us all hate ourselves for being football fans. Sort of like the 2014 NFL season, this column has felt like a failed exercise in optimism.