Since I’m from New York City, I’m supposed to see the endless wisdom of Kirk Cousins playing for the New York Jets. As if the Jets don’t already have a haunted history, still looking for their first great quarterback since Joe Namath, we’re now supposed to rubber-stamp Cousins swathed in Gang Green. It begs a couple questions. Why is Cousins, in his absolute prime at 29, a free agent to begin with? And why, if he’s so great and so coveted, did his home franchise, let him walk? The moment Washington had the reasonable chance to replace Cousins, they did, trading for Alex Smith. You could argue Smith isn’t much better than Cousins, and is three years older, yet the Redskins jumped on the chance to get him. What does that say about Cousins that the one club that has all the film, all the friendships, and all the experience with Cousins couldn’t wait to part ways with him? Sure, they handcuffed him with the franchise tag the last two years, but only because they hadn’t found his replacement. His own boss, team president Bruce Allen, called him Kurt Cousins. By the way, you’re not hearing much outrage from the media or the masses — or Redskins fans — aghast at the idea of losing Cousins. Most pundits like Cousins, but feel he’s largely a system quarterback, about as good as the parts around him. Cousins is not Aaron Rodgers, or Tom Brady, or any transcendent QB who literally lifts and transforms his team into a Super Bowl contender. Cousins was good enough to be franchise tagged. He’s certainly among the top-20 quarterbacks in the NFL. But the Jets will be asked to break the bank for his services, and make Kirk Cousins the highest-paid QB in the world. Why? The Jets are more than one season from becoming a playoff club. And yes, they have the cash, about $80 million in cap space as of this month. But just because you have the money doesn’t mean you have to spend it, and spend it poorly.