Enough. I know there's a contingent of you thinking it. Some louder than others. So I'm here to stop the whisper before it becomes a rallying cry.
After Nick Foles' stunning performance in the NFC Championship --he gashed the Vikings' top-ranked defense to send the Eagles to the Super Bowl -- some out there in Jets Nation have started duct taping the Napoleon Dynamite look-a-like's face on their Christian Hackenberg posters.
It's an understandable gut reaction. But it's been 24 hours. It's time for reality to set in.
Nick Foles is not the Jets' answer at quarterback.
The Jets' forever-long search for a franchise signal caller has the fan base (understandably) in desperation mode. It's why a guy like Ryan Fitzpatrick can become a hero for a subpar 31-touchdown year. Josh McCown, too. Even the lowest margin of success is a win in Florham Park.
Again, understandably. Decades of draft blunders, free-agent misfires, and devastating trades create that culture. Media members fall victim to it, too.
But it's time to change the consistent, dried-out narrative, and not be blinded by slight glimmers of success. Foles is a Cinderella Story on his way to having his statue built next to Rocky in the City of Brotherly Love.
But he is not a franchise quarterback, and certainly not the Jets' savior.
The Eagles' offensive line (even without Jason Peters) is elite, their rushing attack dominant, and receivers game-breaking. Their defensive front is a force, their linebackers ferocious, their secondary ball-hawking quarterback nightmares. Philadelphia is the NFL's most complete team, and arguably the league's best. Foles is a product of a great system.
He's a competent quarterback. You can win with him, but not because of him.
This season is Foles' sixth. In 2013, he was out-of-this-world, throwing for 2,891 yards, 27 touchdowns and just two interceptions in 10 starts. But in his 29 other starts, he's 12-14 with a 58 percent completion percentage, 6,861 yards passing, 34 touchdowns and 27 interceptions.
Not good. Not great. Average.
2017 has been Foles' best (eight touchdowns, two interceptions including playoffs) since the breakout, but that's a credit to Doug Pederson and his coaching staff. They've made Foles look better than what he is.
The Eagles are putting the 29-year-old in a position to succeed, and haven't asked him to do anything he can't. The Jets' staff (with Todd Bowles at head coach, and Jeremy Bates presumably at OC) hasn't proven they have that ability. The supporting cast isn't up to snuff, either.
Bilal Powell isn't Jay Ajayi. Robby Anderson isn't Alshon Jeffery. Austin Seferian-Jenkins isn't Zach Ertz. Brandon Shell isn't Lane Johnson.
If the Jets signed Foles, it would be more of the same for a franchise stuck in a forever-long rut. A band-aid fix that will make New York watchable, but far from a contender.
The Jets need to give big bucks to Kirk Cousins on the free-agent market, or possibly make a run at Josh Rosen (UCLA), Sam Darnold (USC) or Josh Allen (Wyoming) in the NFL Draft.
They need their franchise guy.
They won't find him by signing Nick Foles.
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