All it took was one subtle stutter step from Breshad Perriman.
J.C. Jackson, manned up on the New York Jets wide receiver, felt his balance escaping him. His left hand hit the MetLife Stadium turf. Then his right knee. Then his torso.
“As I fell, I was like, ‘Oh, man, I’m beat,’ ” the New England Patriots cornerback lamented. “I was like, ‘(Expletive), he got me.’ It was bad, man.”
Indeed.
By the time Jackson got to his feet, Joe Flacco’s rainbow of a pass already was well on its way to Perriman’s waiting mitts.