EAST RUTHERFORD — There was need for an MRI. Not really. It was only going to confirm what the Jets already knew — what everyone knew. Aaron Rodgers’ season, and likely his career, ended Monday night on the turf of MetLife Stadium.
The look on the quarterback's face said it all, that eerie nod toward the sideline. Rodgers did return to his feet after failing to break from Leonard Floyd’s grasp, but only to sit back down a moment later. It’s an Achilles injury. It’s a bad Achilles injury. Few Rodgers’ age — 39 going on 40 — return from something so severe.
So now here the Jets stand, even after beating the Bills 22-16 on a miraculous Xavier Gipson walk-off, punt-return touchdown in overtime, trying to pick up the pieces of a Super Bowl season that now feels like it’s on life support.
“Next man up and we’ll keep rolling,” Robert Saleh said.
You can’t help but wonder what the Jets did to deserve this. The torturous games the Football Gods continue to play on this franchise never cease to reach new levels of cruelty. Last season they were the team without the quarterback, so this offseason they went out and got one. More important: They didn’t force him here. Rodgers wanted to be a Jet. He embraced their culture, this fan base.
He talked openly at his introductory news conference about their “lonely” Lombardi Trophy. Before the season he referenced how his days with the Jets have felt “like a dream.” He wanted to bring this team the success it had been starved for. He was ready to. This wasn’t the star the Jets paid to be a part of their team. He embodied everything they’d been looking for. He, almost by himself, changed this team’s culture.
Monday night was supposed to usher in that new era. The Jets, their fans, Rodgers himself were ready for it.
Then Floyd fought through Duane Brown’s cut block. New York’s hopes and dreams seemingly dashed after just four offensive snaps.
“It sucks,” Brown, dejected by his locker, said.