Rex Ryan has lost his swagger this season, as his Jets are struggling along at 2-10. (Al Bello/Getty Images)
New York Daily News — In the immediate aftermath of the Jets’ 10th loss of the season on Monday night, Rex Ryan was somber, depressed and defeated. With some additional time to reflect, he added a new feeling to the ensemble: he was ashamed. “I’m embarrassed for myself, absolutely,” he said Tuesday. You could see it in Ryan’s welling eyes after Monday’s 16-13 loss to the Dolphins: this year hurts him as much, if not more, than any other. But he relayed that he felt bad for the pain it has caused others, too. “I feel like I’ve let my owner down,” he said. “I’ve let our fan base down. There’s no doubt.” … That Ryan has so disappointed his owner — the same owner who said earlier this year that patience isn’t in his vernacular — is the precise reason that his firing is basically just a formality at this stage. It’s a reality that Ryan is certainly aware of, even if tries to avoid the subject. “I get it, the year hasn’t gone anywhere close to what we were thinking,” Ryan said.
C’mon, Rex Ryan. Where’s the Delta that I used to know? Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts, huh?
We’ve had such a great run together, you and I. From your first press conference when you said you didn’t come to New York to kiss Bill Belichick‘s rings to the time you beat the Pats in September and called it your Super Bowl to the foot-fetish stuff to the butt-fumble and beyond.
You’ve been the Patriots blogger gift that’s kept on giving. As Rick put it to Elsa in “Casablanca,”You were a part of my work; the thing that kept me going.” Or as Joker put it to Batman, “You complete me.”
Don’t spoil it now by going quietly into that light. Nobody wants you humbled, especially not me. If they sold Rex Ryan action figures, everyone would snatch up “Brash, Cocky Rex” and leave “Somber, Depressed, Defeated, Ashamed Rex” collecting dust on the shelves.
So buck up there, Shrex. You’ve got four weeks (maybe) until you get fired. Three weeks before you play New England. Get your game face on. Get your (one of your favorite words) swagger back! Give us a little of that old “Let’s go eat a g****** snack!” fire in your once considerable belly. Let’s hear you guarantee you’ll beat the Pats. Or how you think you’re the best coach in the business and have the best defense in the game and all that.
If you’re going to walk the Green Mile, do it like one of those guys who says, “See you in hell” as they put the needle in, not someone full of remorse and apologies. “Disappointment” isn’t in your boss’ vocabulary. I don’t want “embarrassed Rex Ryan” to ever be in mine.