“When you’ve got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose.”
No matter where they’ve heard it — some credit the final verse of Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone,” while others cite Leonardo DiCaprio’s doomed passenger in “Titanic” — the time-honored axiom is a catchphrase of the damned, a final excuse when even the flimsiest logic and reason shatters the delusion behind a reckless act.
It might’ve come to have defined the past decade-plus of New York Jets football, but even those in charge of professional football’s most hexed championship organization have shown a sense of restraint, one perhaps brought about by the NFL’s salary cap.