Today's Michael Vick is obviously not 2006 Michael Vick, but the Jets picked him up in an attempt to push second-year quarterback Geno Smith to suck less. Then, they told Vick they were going with Smith, barring a disaster. Believe it or not, the 34-year-old Vick accepted that he'd be a backup, and Jets coaches are reportedly sad.
From Jenny Vrentas of MMQB:
No one is intimating that Vick is washed up, which is why some Jets coaches have privately expressed disappointment that Vick didn't show up more hell-bent on winning the starting job, or at least a little more vested in making Ryan lose sleep again as he agonized over a difficult decision. His physical gifts—firing a mid-range out-route with the mere flick of his left wrist, and bursting with what he claims is still 4.4 speed in the 40—have always looked so effortless that onlookers have trouble discerning any sense of urgency in Vick's play. Nor does there seem to be any in what Ryan has called Vick's "cool customer" persona, either.
"I'm at a very good place," Vick says. "Very relaxed. Things are more laid back right now as far as football, and off the field. No stress, no pressure. Even though, when you play football, there is always some sort of pressure. But at this stage of my career, I'm just trying to refresh and regroup and see where it takes me."
To recap: the Jets tried to build a quarterback competition, micromanaged the fuck out of it, removed the entire aspect of competition, and now Jets coaches are sad that they have to stick with Geno Smith.