So suddenly the New York Jets have gone from talking nuclear junk to poormouthing more than Lou Holtz. And the Blob has an idea why.
This is the rope-a-dope in action, that's what this. The Steelers were all ready for the Jets to start in with the yapping, and instead they get ... nothing. Empty air. Niceties. Nothing to hit back at.
Got to be messing with their minds, I figure. Just as Rex Ryan planned.