3 Backup Quarterbacks Who Are Better Than Mark Sanchez

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Because neither the river Titans nor Mark Sanchez’s New royalty Jets crapper be trusty to uphold a season’s worth of lawfully combative football, ESPN had no playing swing the Titans and Jets on weekday Night Football in Week 15. It’s likewise New in the season.

New royalty has been a disturbance for quite whatever instance now. Nobody could hit expected the ACL bout of the Jets’ prizewinning player, cornerback Darrelle Revis, but the most football-relevant plot way into Week 15 was the Jets’ mathematical body in the playoff picture.

For different reasons, a aggregation of us not exclusive intellection that they wouldn’t intend in—but didn’t poverty them to intend in, either. One is because watching the Jets endeavor is nearly an undeserved declare for a casual, trusting sport fan.

Fill in the blank: Right now, __________ is more recreation than watching the #Jets endeavor football.

— Mike polyglot (@Espngreeny) Dec 10, 2012

As a Jets fan, ESPN’s Mike polyglot knows more than a abstract or digit most New York’s season. If he doesn’t poverty to check the Jets play, there’s a problem.

Are there some #Jets fans selection to go as farther as saying: I don't poverty to attain the playoffs because it effectuation they won't expiration it up?

— Mike polyglot (@Espngreeny) Dec 10, 2012

Despite injuries to guys same Santonio author and Revis, it’s country that the Jets hit organisation problems that pass upbeat issues. Chief among them is perhaps the back play, where Tim Tebow has been used every flavour and Salim has been anything but impressive.

He’s been so intense that Jets fans haw be happier with at small threesome another teams’ backups low edifice for their team. Entering weekday night’s game, Sanchez’s QBR of 25.0 was 36th among eligible passers.

There are exclusive 32 NFL teams.

Let's study teams that don't hit a QB as beatific as Kirk Cousins, meet for fun: #Jaguars #Jets #Chiefs #Cardinals Who am I forgetting?

— Mike polyglot (@Espngreeny) Dec 10, 2012

This season, Salim is 229-of-418 expiration (54.8 proportionality completion) for 2,678 yards, 13 touchdowns and 17 interceptions. By comparison, Washington Redskins rookie Kirk Cousins is 33-of-49 (68.8 percent) for 466 yards, quaternary TDs and threesome picks. 

Another NFC East patronage back that Jets fans haw kinda wager is Kyle Orton of the metropolis Cowboys, who has tangled meet digit incompletion on 10 attempts this season. Orton is also meet digit seasons distant from a 20-touchdown, nine-interception campaign—a TD-to-INT ratio (2.2) that Salim has never enjoyed.

One of the most high-profile patronage QBs—other than Tebow himself—went No. 1 coverall to the San Francisco 49ers in 2005. Alex adventurer has complete 70 proportionality of his passes for 1,731 yards, 13 touchdowns and fivesome interceptions in figure games this season.

Jets fans would sure verify that over Sanchez’s mistake-laden performances.

 

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Jets vs. Titans: Final Report Card, Player Grades for New York Jets

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With Christmastime meet digit hebdomad away, the New royalty Jets mitt fans a Brobdingnagian steaming money of equid scatter low the tree.

Mark Salim was as cursory as he ever was, the opprobrious distinction couldn't protect him against digit of the poorest pass-rushing defenses in the association and Tony Sparano looked as if he was disagreeable to intend himself fired.

With the flavour on the line, the team's choler gave a spineless state against digit of the poorest defenses in the NFL, and it ended up existence the test modification sound of the 2012 season.

It's a dishonor that the choler couldn't mobilisation modify digit touchdowns, because for such of the night, the accumulation continuing a dominating performance.

While there were rattling beatific performances overturned in by Muhammad Wilkerson, Quinton Coples, Mike DeVito and Antonio Cromartie, it wasn't sufficiency to ready the Jets' flavour alive.

With their ordinal expiration of the year, it's instance to permit the teen players endeavor to wager what they have.  

Antonio Allen, Demario Davis, Greg McElroy and modify practice-squad staples river White and Josh Dubya should wager long state because the Jets are feat to hit to attain whatever field decisions feat nervy after this year.

But before we advise on to 2013, let's wager how some F's crapper be presented discover in digit slideshow. 

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Rex Ryan Made Huge Mistake Not Turning to Tebow on Monday Night Football

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The New royalty Jets hit arguably the poorest back status in the whole NFL, which is locution a aggregation considering teams same the river City Chiefs, Arizona Cardinals and metropolis Jaguars aren't movement pretty in that division either.

Even more informing of the Jets' status low edifice is that streaming discover Tim Tebow—a back with manifest limitations—is a meliorate choice than sticking with the past fifth-overall pick, Mark Sanchez.

During weekday night's expiration to the river Titans, Salim complete just 13-of-28 passes for 131 yards and digit touchdown. But it was his fivesome turnovers (four interceptions) that transformed an deep action into digit that is completely objectionable at the professed level—against digit of the NFL's poorest defenses nous you.

Tebow did wager the earth in the ordinal quarter, and though it didn't consent enthusiastic results, the restricted play-calling with him in at back would hit trusty relieved the gula of turnovers and presented the Jets a meliorate quantity to win.

Head railcar Rex Ryan staleness verify the ball discover of Sanchez's safekeeping for good, a selection that should hit been prefabricated on weekday night.

Back in Week 13 against the Cardinals, Ryan inserted patronage Greg McElroy into the lineup. The second-year back responded by throwing a touchdown transfer to dripless modify Jeff general that tight a 7-6 conclusion for the Jets.

While it was but a fortuity that Tebow was indolent for that game, Ryan should hit scholarly his warning with that move. Instead, Salim gave weekday night's mettlesome absent with threesome turnovers in New York's test threesome possessions.

With an right effort of making the postseason with a victory, Ryan's selection to follow with Salim becomes modify more arcane. For a man progressively on the blistering centre as the weeks pass, he's trusty descending the ball when it comes to making the hurried decisions that delimitate the success of nous coaches in this league.

Though Tebow belike isn't the long-term answer—nor is it Sanchez, apparently—the Jets and Ryan could hit prefabricated a short-term evidence with a get on weekday night.

Instead, New York's 2012 season, and mayhap the careers of Ryan and Sanchez, was literally tangled away.

 

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5 Coach-GM Combinations That Could Save the New York Jets

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With the Jets today officially eliminated from the playoffs, permit the vertical reflection on who module be Rex Ryan's and Mike Tannenbaum's equal commence.

I, myself, candidly don't conceive those guys module twine up leaving the Jets, especially if New royalty wins discover (which they should do considering the remaining competition). The exclusive modify in staff I could wager event is New royalty exchange Tony Sparano as opprobrious coordinator with Norv historiographer (assuming historiographer is fired from San Diego), but it's ease recreation to put as to what could be meliorate than Ryan and Tannenbaum?

What could twine up action the New royalty Jets from themselves, making them the creature of the AFC East for the incoming decade?

Let's verify a countenance at whatever of the combinations of coaches and generalized managers that would convey the Jets to a laurels that hasn't been seen since the life of Joe Namath.

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Tim Tebow: Starting Polarizing QB Is Pointless for New York Jets

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There is no saucer in play Tim Tebow at this occurrence for the New royalty Jets.

After the uncomfortable 14-10 expiration to the river Titans on Monday, the 6-8 Jets hit been eliminated from the playoff picture.

As if we necessary some confirmation, Mark Salim showed on weekday period that he is not the concern back Rex Ryan hoped he could be.

He went 13-of-28 for 131 yards with digit touchdown to quaternary interceptions. He also fumbled the behave when the Jets were on the Titans' 25-yard distinction with a quantity to get the mettlesome in the test minute.

The Jets should hit started Tebow after the 28-7 expiration to the metropolis Seahawks in Week 10. They were 3-6 at that saucer and they had forfeited threesome straight games. I unmoving for them to move Tebow not because I intellection he was a starting-caliber quarterback, but because I knew Salim wasn't.

Say what you poverty most Tebow's quarterbacking abilities, but he did wage a flash of forcefulness for the Denver Broncos terminal season.

But it's beyond play Tebow at this point. The Jets hit unraveled as a team, whether it be the choler or the defense. The Jets allowed Chris President to haste for a 94-yard touchdown on weekday night, as substantially as committing 14 penalties for 111 yards.

The Jets apparently don't conceive in Tebow. Either that, or they are desperately hoping Salim goes on an tall separate and lives up to the three-year spreading they gave him in March.

In some case, play Tebow today would exclusive create more disagreement in the organization. That is the terminal abstract the Jets need, and sure the terminal abstract Ryan needs.

The Jets prefabricated a nonachievement by swing establishment in Salim and today they staleness springy with it, at small for the test digit games of the season. Nothing crapper modify the fact that they've uncomprehensible the playoffs digit eld in a bed and throwing Tebow low edifice module exclusive add render to the fire.

 

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IT'S THE PROCESS THAT'S CUNTY

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I've shared my disdain for television bloggers in the past, but I thought I'd take a moment to explain in more detail the reason for my frustration.  
     To come clean, I didn't read any episodic reviews all season.  Then FX sent me a few links about episode 410.  I read them.  I got seduced by the praise and began reading more.  My personality is not inclined toward moderation, so I fucking binged.  Soon I was overwhelmed and reminded of why I stopped reading them in first place.  Hence, this blog post is more to remind me of why I need to detach.
As we know, most TV reviewers get paid or are sustained by the number of hits their site receives.  It's all about numbers.  Quantity, not quality.  So they review hundreds of episodes of television a week.  Literally.  They are forced to power through these hours and give quick, reactive reviews that vary from godlike praise to utter disdain.  Most are uneven, unthoughtful and completely miss the point.  Even smart people like Mo Ryan are cranking out quick, mediocre reviews that are way beneath what she is capable of as a journalist.  That's why I read Poniewozik and Goodman.  If they don't have time for a thoughtful review, they pass.  Now I realize the conditions of their jobs give them that luxury, but I guess that's my point.  The conditions are cunty. 
But the fault isn't with the reviewer, it's with the process. More, more, more, faster, faster, faster. Online journalism demands instant, catchy coverage. There is no time for in-depth, thought-provoking process. It's all flash, snark and a catchy headline. Alan Sepinwall and his uber-hokey, "A review of tonight's episode coming up as soon as I (insert contrived episodic joke at the expense of someone's performance)..." is testament to the fact that it's no longer about the art of critique, it's about being clever and memorable.  It's incredibly frustrating for the artists who do put the thought, time and care into their work to be judged by such an inept process.  
And I use this opportunity, when a majority of SOA reviews are good, to make the point -- so I don't look like a douchebag writer scorned.  It's a fucked up process.  The relationship between artist and critic is ancient.  They need each other.  But it only works if both parties are committed to the integrity of their jobs.  If not, it's just a bullshit cuntfest.

GQ BLOG: Kurt Sutter's Anarchy Diaries: 501 - The Beginning of a New Season

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BECAUSE I'M TOO FUCKING LAZY TO DO AN ADDITIONAL BLOG, I'LL POST MY GQ ENTRIES HERE.

I always experience this odd disconnect when I come back to the show. It's an out of body experience—where it all feels familiar, yet it all feels very far away. I think the rhythm of my job gets moving so quickly and so intensely that when I slow down and unplug anything other than a chaotic pace feels off. So to "ease back into it" just feels fucking weird.

A little insight into me.
You may have already picked up on this already, but I'm a guy who has problems with moderation. All or nothing. Binge and purge. Kill or be killed. Gray is not a color I wear well. I should be dead. I know that. I should not be successful. I know that too. My daily existence is a toss of the coin—one side, fear, the other side, gratitude. I flip that coin all fucking daylong. As a result, I navigate through the world with the excitement and determination of a child. That's why I'm an artist. I'd die without an outlet for expression. Unfortunately, more often than not, that childlike energy is the maturity level I bring to many circumstances. More on this as we get to know each other better. This is Gentlemen's Quarterly, so I'm not gonna let you fuck me on the first date.

 
Now, back to the show.
So I just turned in the first draft of the season five premiere of Sons of Anarchy, entitled, Sovereign. The studio and network cancelled the notes call because they had none. That's a message that's music to a showrunner's ears. No notes, is good notes. I will say that both Fox 21 and FX are very respectful of my process and have placed a lot of trust in my ability to deliver this show. Most of my notes are really questions. Not so much, "Don't do that!" but "Why are you doing that?" It's about making sure we're all on the same page. I've said this before, but it's true, I value their input. John Landgraf, the president of FX, is a very story-savvy dude. His notes are usually well thought out and more often than not, help the episode. Sometimes my sense of the violent and the absurd will cross the line. I tell the story of a feature script of mine, Delivering Gen, to illustrate this point. In that script a baby's life is in mortal jeopardy like twenty fucking times. Literally, I almost kill an infant every other page. When we went wide with the script, there were several Parental Advocacy Groups who took exception and pointed that out. I was clueless. Not just to the level of near infanticide, but to the fact that was even a bad thing. Being a father has changed that perspective. Clearly, I'm a guy who needs someone with a better grip of reality looking over his shoulder. My writers and the network provide that service. Considering the level of violence in my show, you can only imagine the shit we didn't do.

So now I'm about six weeks into the season and I'm finally finding the groove. We've broken the first four episodes. Drafts of 503 and 504 are being written and I begin my draft of 502 today. It's like the workload almost has to reach a certain pace for me to recognize my position. 

I'm just a Thurber character.
Although it always feels different every season, my wife informs me that I experience the same thing every year. I'm lost and then suddenly when I'm overburdened, I'm found. I have to believe her. Katey knows me better than I know myself. She refers to me as her "Twisted Walter Mitty." I'm often a million miles away, lost in a daydream, where terrible things are happening to innocent people. 

One time, during a car ride where I was supposed to be paying attention to something important Katey was telling me, she realized I had "gone away." She asked me where I was and what I was thinking about. I deflected and feigned interest in whatever the fuck she was talking about. She called bullshit and after some prodding I told her where my mind had taken me:
I was in the basement of an old house in Jersey, where an obese, mentally challenged teen was vaginally raping the corpse of his dead mother with a forearm he just chewed off his nearly-dead, thin older brother. It wasn't the story as much as my emotional connection to the characters that unnerved her. Katey no longer asks me where I am. She just says, "Let me know when you're back." 

I'm back.
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GQ BLOG: Kurt Sutter's Anarchy Diaries: 502 - Please Don't Say That...

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So as I was working on my draft of episode 502, I flew out to NYC for the network "upfronts." These are traditionally a big dog and pony show where a network parades the talent in front of advertisers and affiliates. FX does a much hipper, scaled-down version at a bowling alley. As much as I struggle with crowds, it's always a fun night. I've been in this family for over ten years now and it's really cool watching the network grow and flourish. I'm really happy for Landgraf and his team. And that's not just me sucking up to my boss. I actually mean this. Hey, I don't like many people wearing suits, so let me enjoy this one.

It's also at this event where I begin the process of talking to TV reporters about the upcoming season. I have such a love-hate relationship with the TV media. I'm the dick who desperately wants to be noticed and interviewed while at the same time bemoaning the inconvenience and intrusiveness. (The only thing worse than false humility is false humanity.) I'm very aware of the value of the media and how they help keep the show alive, but I also hate the invasiveness of spoilers and the gossip component. The season doesn't premier for another six months and already I'm answering questions about how Season 5 will end. It always turns me around a bit.

It's in this process that I'm also reminded of my responsibility as the voice of the show. Meaning, that the things I say and do, because of my "created by" association with Sons, directly impact the show. I can no longer just "vent" with impunity.

Twitter is one thing. If some cunt wants to spin a story on a single, absurd 140 character tweet, that's their desperate prerogative.

But the blog, where I'm able to formulate ideas and present an argument—I now need to think twice before I vomit my bombastic subjectivism in this forum. As a result, I continue to struggle with topics and ideas for this blog and my own personal blog. That problem in itself suggests who I am as a person—clearly, I feel most alive and creatively stimulated when I'm in the state of self-righteous agitation.

I constantly self-edit these days. Just this week alone I kyboshed three ideas for this post. I started writing about my disdain of episodic reviews by cunt bloggers, but killed it because I realized it would look like sour grapes and ultimately create reviewer vengeance that could hurt the show. I started one about Charlie Collier's fluffy THR interview, but killed that because it made me look like an envious bitch (which is probably true). I started one about the flawed broadcast network development process, but killed that one because the truth is—I've never developed a show on a broadcast network, so it was all second-hand fact and bitter speculation.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, things I say about TV these days carries weight. Me qualifying with, "This is just my opinion," doesn't allow me the freedom from scrutinized feedback. People don't give a shit if it's just opinion, they'll spit it back at me and the rest of the entertainment community, as ungrateful fact. So for self-preservation, self-editing has become necessary. In the big picture, I'm not whining about any of this. I'm a guy in need of a little self-editing and clearly I still say and do shit that gets me in trouble. So, I'm not complaining about the scrutiny, I guess I'm just adjusting out loud.

I had a funny conversation with Glenn Howerton of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia at the upfronts. We were bemoaning the lack of the balls in our business. And he was complimenting me on my ability to generally not give a fuck about whom I piss off. He said he expects all my blogs and tweets to be signed off with, "Goodbye, Hollywood..."

Anyway. 502. I finished it. I get notes today. I don't think it sucks. But I guess I'll have to wait until September for the thickly-bullshit-detrimental-invasive-episodic-cunt-bloggers to tell me if it's any good.
Goodbye Hollywood...

BIO:
 
Kurt barely graduated high school, had the lowest SAT's in his class and went to the only state college that would take him. A fucked-up home, childhood obesity, food/drug addiction, and relentless television watching all contributed to his absurd, insular world of violent fantasies and sexual dreams. He hardly reads books, he plays a fuckload of games, and his only marketable skill is his imagination. If he respects you, he'd gladly take a bullet for you. If he doesn't, he may very well be holding the gun.

Professionally, this shit is happening: He signed a three-year deal with FX and 20th Century to continue running Sons of Anarchy and develop new projects. He ventures into reality programming this year with a new documentary series set up at the Discovery Channel, called Kurt Sutter's Outlaw Empires. Along with his TV work, he has feature projects in development at MGM, Sony, and Warner Bros. His script, Southpaw, written as a starring vehicle for Eminem, has Antoine Fuqua attached to direct and will probably never get made.

The thing that makes Sutter remotely human and considerably happy is his family—his wife, Katey and their three kids, Sarah, Jackson and Esme'.

Kurt's latest passion is birds. No one has the courage to ask why.
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GQ BLOG: Kurt Sutter's Anarchy Diaries: 503 - The Emmys. Don't Ask. Don't Tell.

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I love my job. Truly, I do. I know how lucky I am. I think it was Warren Beatty who said (and I'm badly paraphrasing), "Success is having a job that pays you a lot of money, that you would gladly do for free." I feel that way.
Most days. 
This is my favorite time of the season. My hours are split between the writers' room, gearing up production, and writing. I'm a writer who loves to write. I know that sounds obvious but you'd be surprised how many writers actually hate writing. Not me. Being alone with a white board, a computer and the voices in my head is fucking nirvana. And not the part where he puts the shotgun in his mouth. That comes later. Right now, I'm happy, relaxed, invigorated and grateful.
Then it happens. The shotgun in my mouth. Emmy Award season. For people like Terence Winter, Matt Weiner, Vince Gilligan, gearing up for the Emmys must be a very satisfying time of year. Recognition of your peers for all the hard work. The process leading up to the awards is time-consuming and tedious, but at least these guys know, at the end of the day, it'll all be worth it. History has played that out. 
For me, award season continuously just feels like an angry kick in the scrotum. 
I know I shouldn't give a shit. It ain't about the prize; it's about the work. The fans are the ones who determine our success. Logically, I know all of that. I enter the award season detached and philosophical, but after a few months of engaging in the build up, that distance gets washed away and I'm neck-deep in expectation and self-righteousness. I always end up broken and bloody the morning the nominations are read. 

From season two of The Shield to season five of SOA, that expectation and disappointment has rubbed me raw. Say what you want about Sons not being Emmy worthy. You're probably right. But there is no way you can say the last two seasons of The Shield were not as good or better than any drama on television. 

So why no Emmy love? 

Simple. People didn't vote for us. 

Why? 

The supporters (fans, network, my wife) give me a laundry list of reasons. All logical and ego-soothing.

The haters (cunt bloggers) say it's because the show sucks.
My guess is both camps harbor some truth.

What do I say?

Really. Haven't I said enough? 

Yes. I have.

I'm exhausted by my own obsession for recognition. It goes deeper than just pride and ego. I'm sure it's some kind of daddy-thing I haven't had the courage to dig into. Who knows? But it's just scabbed me over. I can't do the dance anymore -- the submissions, interviews, panels, photo-shoots, predictions, polls, post-mortem snubs -- Fuck me, I'm done. 

This season and hopefully for the rest of the run of Sons of Anarchy, I say nothing about any award. Other than, "thank you," "good luck," and "congratulations". 

And to clean it all up before I put it away:

I apologize to academy members (of every age) for the bombastic comments I've made in the past. I apologize to my cast, crew, studio and network if my arrogant reaction to snubs has embarrassed them or impeded their chances for recognition.

This blog will be my last comment on the Emmys. And yes, I can hear the snarky comments echoing through cyberspace as I type that statement. And they'd be correct to assume that me keeping quiet is a great idea in theory, but difficult to implement. So time (and all the cunt bloggers) will be the judge. 

You can say many bad things about me and they'd all be true -- I'm arrogant, abrasive, narcissistic, juvenile, over-sensitive. But I'm also a man who lives in a perpetual state of change. I have no choice. There is no stasis. If I'm not moving forward, I'm sliding back. And behind me there is only wreckage and remorse. 

In front of me there is only opportunity.

I may be a dick, but I'm a dick in progress. 


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