Baxter Holmes

Los Angeles Times

Blessed be thy New York tabloid back page, for it shall never be found wanting. Its headline writers have upon them a glorious bounty with which to work. And to whom should they be grateful? To whom do they owe? J-E-T-S! JETS! JETS! JETS!

Oh, yes — and not just because The Holy One (Tim Tebow) hit town, though that certainly spices up the most dysfunctional franchise in all of professional sports quite a bit. There's always some hullabaloo there: something about Rex Ryan's wife and foot fetishes, Braylon Edwards charged with drunken driving, sexual harassment claims involving Brett Favre or a TV reporter.

The team is a diva-driven daily soap opera — and the Jets love it.

Media attention-seekers

Keith Groller,

The Morning Call

Accuse me of an East Coast bias, but it's a toss-up between the Red Sox and Jets.

Both have entertaining but flawed leaders and an amusing cast of characters. Mix in vast expectations and underwhelming results and you have the recipe for disaster, or at least disaster-declaring headlines, especially in competitive media markets that crave controversy.

The difference is that the Jets need to stir the pot to garner any attention in the Big Apple because the Super Bowl champs share their stadium, while the Red Sox are always the talk of New England, and frankly, a lion's share of the American League. That's why Bobby Valentine is more expendable than Rex Ryan, because the Red Sox don't need a big mouth to create a roar.