Loved Johnny Hector! He was one of my favorite Jets in the '80s and early '90s. He was a pretty darned consistent back paired with Freeman McNeill. He had a 4.1 ypc average for his career. In '91, his next-to-last season, he had a 5.6 ypc average, the highest of his career. He didn't have many long runs to bump his average up, either. He never fumbled the ball in 1,051 career carries (either that or nfl.com's stats are wrong) for 4,280 yards and scored 41 TDs. From '84 through '89 he averaged double-digit catches per season, which I think was pretty darned good for that time period, especially as a backup RB, when Freeman McNeil also had double-digit receptions from '81 through the '92 season with the exception of '91. Freeman had only one fumble in 1,798 career carries.
Honey, our son is like four years old and we still haven't thought of a name. Let's put the bong away for a minute and figure this out.
Adrian Murrell 1993-1997. He was a good running back. But when a hall of famer like Curtis Martin takes over your position, you get rightfully overlooked
Yeah, Adrian Murrell wasn't an All Pro, but he was a very solid RB for the Jets. I liked Murrell. During some very lean years (especially Richie Kotite's Reign of Error/Terror), he and Wayne Chrebet were about the only bright spots. He had over 1,000 yards rushing for 3 straight seasons ('96-'98, two for us and one for the Cardinals). In '95 he had 71 receptions for us. He wasn't the greatest in terms of ball security, however. His first two years with the Jets (and in the NFL), he had zero fumbles, but from '95-'97 he had 12 fumbles, 10 while rushing the ball, and two following receptions.
Those fumbles led to Parcells seeking out and finding a way to steal Curtis from NE.....but yes aside from those fumbles Murrell was a very good RB and a good find in the 5th round I think....Bilal Powell reminds me of him.
Great pics of one of the worst days in Jets history; they show Phil Wise as an observer to the future murderer's romp through Shea in getting to his 2000 yard mark for the season. Somewhere just to the left of the bandstand seen in the first picture of that day was my stupid frozen ass that didn't leave until the deed was completely done, along with the season.
