![]() Less shocked and more calloused, perhaps.Īfter an efficient three minutes or so behind the microphone, Jones exits through a side door, grabs a black leather briefcase in one hand, a Louis Vuitton briefcase in the other, then makes his way through the bowels of the stadium, grim-faced, like he's walking out of a job interview he just bombed spectacularly. He doesn't look much better tonight, if slightly steelier. Two weeks earlier, after his third benching against the Colts - that time across the ocean in Germany - he arrived at the podium red-eyed and shaky-voiced. He reaffirms his devotion to this game, even as he looks beaten down by it. "I really just gotta look in the mirror again and keep going at it," he says. ![]() There goes the helmet he had on for the second interception he panicked into, when his blocking imploded and so did his decision-making.Ī few minutes later, that same Patriots employee escorts Jones to the podium. There goes his chest pad he wore for the first interception he threw, a back-foot toss into triple coverage that the Giants' Deonte Banks turned into a balletic, toe-tapping catch. Meanwhile, Jones - once regarded as the future of this franchise - packs up the tokens of another failed effort into an oversized team-issued duffel. Over Jones' shoulder, a Patriots employee hollers out once, then twice: "Bailey is at the podium!" And it's a strange kind of salt in the wound, this public service announcement that Bailey Zappe, the man who has been tasked with putting Jones out of his misery today, and for much of this season, is holding court at the postgame news conference. ![]() It was a miserable affair that, for Jones, ended with his fourth benching this year, and second in as many games. The lowly Patriots have just fallen to the lowly Giants, 10-7, their ninth loss of the season. He never turns around, only directs his gaze toward his locker, leaning slightly forward, like if he crept in, it could offer an escape out of this mess. He's traded his Patriots uniform for a pair of black pants and a gray hoodie, a somber ensemble that befits his mood. Mac Jones stands at his locker - a fusty metal the color of dirty dishwater - in the visiting team's locker room at MetLife Stadium. Patriots' Mac Jones is the man of the muddled moment You have reached a degraded version of because you're using an unsupported version of Internet Explorer.įor a complete experience, please upgrade or use a supported browser
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