Trash-talking by the Jets? No, I don’t pay too much attention to that. Antonio Cromartie likes to yak, but that’s not part of our game. That’s just the kind of thing reporters like you love to write about, that’s all. We just come to play. You know me, I’m not much for words.

What about Wes Welker’s comments? Look, Wes is someone who works for this organization in some capacity. I really…I can’t say anything beyond that. I juat have to focus on my job.

Do we respect the Jets? I don’t think the answer to that question matters much, in the grand scheme of things. It doesn’t affect our game plan. They do what they do, we do what we do. I’m not sure who the Jets are, really. That’s not a name…I’m not familiar with that name at all.

They’re our divisional playoff game opponent? If you say so. I’ll leave that for the media to dissect and…do those sorts of things. We just come to play the game. If you say it’s the divisional playoff game, then okay, fine. I’m not concerned with that.

Will I at least concede we’re playing a football game? No, I mean…look, I know it’s your job to dig out every little secret of ours, but it’s my job to prepare to play a game. And no, I will neither confirm nor deny that said game is football.

You look very frustrated. I’m not trying to frustrate you or anybody else. I’m just trying to do my job, which is to prepare my team for a task. You want to call that a “game”? Go right ahead. It has no bearing on my job, which I would prefer not to discuss.

The thing you have in your hand? It appears to be some sort of ellipsoidal spheroid, formed by stitching together strips of a leather-like polymer and filling it with air. What is it called? Look, you’re not going to play “gotcha” with me. You want to call it a football, call it a football. We’re just going to perform certain deeds. Let the media sort it out any way they want.

Look, holding a knife to my throat isn’t going to get me to admit anything. I have to think about what’s best for the organization, the nature of which is frankly none of your business. I am just an entity leading other sentient beings toward an unspecified goal.

Well, I certainly won’t give away anything just because you’re holding the knife to your own throat. I refuse to be blackmailed. Now…look, bleeding all over my floor won’t change my mind, either. Nor will turning deathly white and gasping for air. I’m just going to keep performing acts that lead to other acts. Stimulus, response, stimulus, response.