|Oh, You Sad, Sad Laundry|
Not on the field, but in the locker room.
Not in an accident, but in a fight.
Well, not in a fight, but in an assault. One that, seemingly, he inspired by poor behavior.
In the long run, of course, this doesn't matter, because the Jets do not matter. A great year for Smith would have just meant that he kept the job from (snort) retread Ryan Fitzpatrick and rookie Bryce Petty, and led the team to some pretending playoff run. There is not now, nor has there recently been, a QB who turned around early days like Smith's to become a QB of substance. Getting put on the shelf through some absurd moment of violence is chuckle-worthy, but all it did was accelerate the process and give us all another moment of Oh Those Jets.
Which leads, along with the upcoming rape of Oakland by the have to be departing Raiders (again), and the giveaways brought by extortion to St. Louis and others, to what really has to happen to the NFL: relegation. I know this is my holy grail of sports, but with each succeeding city that gets worked over, there's another straw on the camel's back.
Relegation would get you, the American sporting public:
> An iron-clad defense against tanking
> The ability to see truly life and death football for more than just playoff teams, with no meaningless games late in the year
> The chance to get rid of some of the worst NFL teams and owners
> A safeguard against franchises holding up cities for ransom
> More football in more cities, over more weeks, which means even less time to pretend that we still care about sports that are not football
Oh, and as a post script?
The Jets waived the thug, and the Bills put in a claim for him on waivers, because Rex Ryan is just that kind of chucklebutt.
So yeah, you could put the Bills on the relegation list, too.