This may come off as disingenuous considering I link to them far more routinely than to any other non-team specific site, but I think Pro Football Talk kind of really sucks. While they do have a knack for getting stories fired off quickly, that talent mostly comes as a result of monitoring Adam Schefter and Jay Glazer’s Twitter accounts and typing like a stenographer on amphetamines, as fittingly illustrated by KSK. Although I am a neutral political actor in this, I do support, in spirit, The Jets Blog’s “embargo” against Florio and his stupid, stupid haircut. It’s about time someone took a stand for something, dammit! However, I must give credit where it is due, and this summer, when it comes to the Jets contract situation, it is due to PFT. They have been in many instances substantially more on the ball than our own local media, and were the first to reveal the true details of D’Brickashaw’s new extension (although they’ve been overly harsh in assuming this is a raw deal for Brick). It is thus with a slightly less raised eyebrow that I present their newest article pertaining to Darrelle Revis, which presents the doomiest of doomday scenarios. Assuming that no new deal can be worked out, and that Revis opts out of the final years of his rookie contract, which he would, the league could declare the Jets’ buyout of those years in violation of the 30 Percent Rule, forcing Revis into an unrestricted free agency period that would deny the Jets even the use of tenders and the franchise tag. Okay, I take it back: my eyebrow is raised again. This is simply not going to happen. However, the threat of its very possibility gives Revis a new bargaining chip, perhaps his only real source of leverage beyond his own talent at this point, and proves how essential it is that we take care of business. In debating the “will-he-won’t-he” holdout situation, Florio cements his reactionary ways by again noting that Revis’s uncle, the Pro Bowl defensive tackle Sean Gilbert, once (foolishly) sat out an entire season. Oh, and that Revis considers Gilbert to be a mentor of sorts. Which proves we’re screwed, I guess. So, in short, I take it all back: Mike Florio is a moron. Embargo away.

Go down the field!