Talk to us, Rex.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Tell us how you feel now that your trusted crony GM Mike Tannenbaum, is gone, and a new GM is on his way.
Tell us whether you still want to coach your team, and only your team, now that seven other teams need a new head coach.
Tell us whether Woody Johnson is right when he says you have the passion, drive and desire to lead his team.
Your silence is deafening.
Tell us whether you are all in at a time when your GM/crony, your offensive coordinator, your special teams guru and maybe your defensive coordinator/crony may all be all out.
Tell us why you say that a lot of Jets fans want you gone. Tell us whether you meant that as a message to the owner. Tell us you didn’t intend it as a death wish.
Tell us whether you feel guilty you survived and Tannenbaum didn’t, since he didn’t make a football decision without leaning heavily on you first.
Tell us how you feel entering a season when the owner expects you to make a serious run for the first New York Super Bowl in the stadium he shares with John Mara and Steve Tisch.
Tell us how you feel knowing a third straight season out of the playoffs will spell your doom.
Tell us how you feel about being a lame duck, because there is no contract extension to discuss when you have won six of your past 19 games.
Talk to us, Rex.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
There have been no inside leaks from the Deep Throat(s) in your midst about any sudden bout of laryngitis. So what’s the story, Rex?
Do you feel the walls closing in on you?
Are you having nightmares about kissing Bill Belichick’s rings after all?
Have you given up on the idea the Giants are the Jets’ little brother?
Have you given up on the idea Mark Sanchez is a franchise quarterback? Or do you have a plan that can somehow get him off his butt?
Or are you reading the handwriting on the wall in a conference where Peyton Manning and Tom Brady will be standing in your way again?
Has it sunk in that winning is now much more important to the owner than selling hot dogs, that it is no longer enough for you to shove the Giants off the back page of the tabloids with bluster and bravado and just being Rex? That he didn’t sign up to look his fellow owners in the eye — especially Mara and Tisch — knowing his team has become a buttfumble laughingstock?
Tell us your plans for the Wildcat next season. On second thought, spare us.
Are you shaken by the cold shoulder the owner has given you lately? Didn’t he seem a lot different during the good old days, when you were the star of “Hard Knocks”? When he was quick to forgive your indiscretions and overlook your peccadillos?
When you called your wife on “Hard Knocks” and asked her not to shop too much after you informed her the owner had given you an amazing raise.
Are you grateful the owner kept you even though you had a worse season than Eric Mangini did when he was whacked?
Is the only thing that keeps you from telling the owner to take this job and shove it the $6 million he owes you?
Or does any part of you now want to sing Auld Lang Syne to what is no longer the dream job it was four years ago? Does any part of you think you can score another part in the next Adam Sandler movie? Do you think you can be — BOOM! — this generation’s John Madden, perhaps?
What gives, Rex? Remember how you left that personal recorded message to season-ticket holders before the home game against the Patriots four Septembers ago? Jets Nation has endured enough across the last 44 years. Your fans deserve to hear from their head coach when the season ends.
Tough times don’t last, tough people do. You’re no longer the talk of the town. And all of a sudden, you’re no longer talking.
You’re letting imaginations and conspiracy theories run wild this way.
Most ominously, has the owner ordered you to shut up, leaving you twisting in the wind in limbo? Is there some sinister RexGate unfolding, the possibility of an unseemly end game that will be sold as a mutual parting of the ways?
Talk to us, Rex.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.