What else can we call it but beautiful?
Jets-Rams will be a significant footnote in NFL history, assuming both the Jets and Jaguars lose their remaining games and wunderkind Trevor Lawrence finds himself playing football in northern Florida instead of New York (the Jaguars currently hold the tiebreaker for the No. 1 pick). This game provided the kind of macabre humor that has clouded the Jets’ franchise for decades, distilled to its purest form and pumped into the stadium by the gallon. Here was a team that could not complete the simplest of tasks throughout the season, a team that blitzed eight defenders on a Hail Mary and lost, a team that was on a collision course with the worst point differential in modern NFL history, sprinting down the field and dunking on one of the best defenses in football for one afternoon of meaningless perfection.