Tell me your thoughts when you saw them go for it on fourth and one with one minute to go and the game on the line. Everybody from Coronado Island to Montauk F. Point KNEW they were going to run the ball right down San Diego's throat. The Jets did everything but diagram it in the sand and point out to Nervous Norvus where they were going. And there wasn't sweet diddly anybody could do about it. They got that first down with a yard and a half to spare. Oh, Lordy, it was a beautiful thing. Thoughts of snowflakes, the Bus and Urlacher were dancing in my head.

I'm not going to remind you that two weeks ago I recommended on this blog investing in the Jets - both straight up and on the money line - (oh, well, I just did remind you) - but I am going to tell you that the Steelers need a road grader or two up front. And I sure as hell hope that Colbert, Tomlin and Company - as they were watching - had a big case of "locker room envy." The Jets got a bigger one than we do....offensive line that is. And they can do things that we used to be able to do, and can't do any more.

Because they got a bigger one than we do, the Jets can take care of business in short yardage situations better than the flaccid short yardage offense BA has been foisting on this franchise. The Steelers lost five games this year that they were leading in the fourth quarter because they couldn't close them out. Rex Ryan and Schottenheimer Jr reminded us all the best way to close out a game: run the ball down their damned throat and never let their offense get on the field.