Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish, it was so fragile.
That non-stop content machine was so close to returning to the biggest media market in the world.
An NFL city desperate for relevance.
With his patented brand of overconfidence.
The braggadocio that he perfected all those years ago.
The blogs that practically write themselves.
And it would seem it hasn’t:
I must admit, this is a crushing defeat.
But I have only myself to blame.
I allowed myself to get my hopes up about a possibility that was always too good to be true.
I should’ve known better.
Some retread like Ron Rivera or possibly Mike McCarthy.
A new guy who’s only been a coordinator before like Aaron Glenn.
A college guy like Maryland’s Mike Locksley.
All probably deserving candidates.
And those of us who make our livings focusing on the AFC East are all poorer because of it.
This NFL blogging world was never meant for one as beautiful as Rex Ryan.
