The Buttfumble is dead, and Marshawn Lynch killed it
(New York Post Jets)

The Buttfumble had quite a run. From the moment Mark Sanchez ran into Brandon Moore’s hind quarters on Thanksgiving night, almost five years ago, the Buttfumble has been the perfect symbol of Jets futility. From Nov. 22, 2002, onward, anything you’ve needed to say has been encapsulated by that one play, in front of 79,008...