At the end of April, Jets pro personnel director Jim Royer called and said they wanted to sign me. He said they would also give me a bonus because I had pro experience. I gave it about 10 seconds thought and accepted. During minicamp I worked second behind Ken O'Brien because Pat Ryan was unable to attend.
I liked the Jets' attitude. It was a "Do whatever you want, but make sure you win" setup. Items like hair length just didn't matter. Everyone was his own person off the field. Mark Gastineau was a prime example. He set up his own personal gym in a lounge at Hofstra University, where the Jets train. One night he just hopped on a jet to California to take care of some business.
O'Brien and Ryan were also good guys. I knew I would like O'Brien when I saw him drive up in a VW convertible with California plates.
During the second week of camp the USFL folded. I thought for sure the owners would expand their rosters to 49 to accommodate some of those out-of-work players. The Jets and other teams could then carry three quarterbacks. But the owners decided to stay at 45. Barring injuries, it would be O'Brien and Ryan. In a scrimmage against Washington, I got in for only six plays, completing two of four passes. At 6:40 a.m. the following Friday, the day we were traveling to play Green Bay, I heard a knock on the door.
It was Mike Kensil, the "Turk" for the Jets. Because of the roster limit, I had found myself in the wrong place again.
Now there was no USFL to go to, either. In fact, I had been enough places, period.
GOODBYE, JETS; GOODBYE, NFL; HELLO, REAL WORLD