
Does anyone else find it comically prophetic that the Jets broke the piggy bank on another Steelers a dozen years later? So, let's fast forward to late November and the Jets are sitting on 4 or 5 wins, a handful of games behind the Pats, and a few games out of Wild Card contention. The now more affluent (and more comfortable) Mr. Faneca decides that he needs to sit out of practice for a week to rest his sore calf. Hell, maybe he even misses a game or two. At what point is Faneca greeted with the cascading of the Bronx cheer as the inevitable disenchantment surfaces? Let's see how forgiving the New Yorkers are when Faneca pulls a false start as his team trails the Pats by three touchdowns. And let me make this clear, he has NEVER sustained this kind of venomous booing from the Yinzers in Heinz Field. You don't need a crystal ball to know that Faneca's honeymoon in the Big Apple may be even briefer than Bobby Bonilla's ill fated free agency flop. So, at what point do the Jets faithful get their first taste of Alan-tude, the salty shit that Steeler fans were served every time Faneca got pissed.
The reality of the situation is that a guard, regardless of his caliber, is not going to change the direction of a team single handedly, and he is not going to provide the impact that the cost warranted. The Jets' players must be sharing this thought as they are already openly complaining about Faneca's hiring. So much for a welcoming committee. Mark my words on this, Faneca's tenure in the Bronx will resemble O'Donnell's. I peg his NY career at three years, with his performance ranging between good and mediocre, given the climate around him. It wouldn't surprise me to see Number 66 moving to a city like Foxboro or Indy or even back to the Burgh in 2011 to finish out his career on a contender. It happens all the time, and Faneca has proven that he is not the kind of guy that can remain content in situations that are less than ideal. Can you blame him...no, he has a ring now he has his bling.
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