EAST RUTHERFORD, N.J. — Adam Gase stood statuesque in the bowels of MetLife Stadium, hands glued to the sides of the lectern, hat brim tilted low. You’d have thought the Jets coach, whose voice barely peaked above a whisper, was giving a eulogy, not analyzing his team’s 34-3 dismantling of the Raiders.



Surprising, considering the circumstances.



These Jets — once a league-wide embarrassment — were now victors in three straight. Gase, the man whose own fan base wanted him dismembered after just eight games, is a big reason. Yet, still, he showed no excitement. No humblebrag. No back pat or anything of the sort to demand recognition of the ship-righting he accomplished, saving a season once seemingly destined to reach the lowest depths of the Hudson.



And that’s fine.



Gase didn’t have to.



His players talked for him.



“That’s the rock of this team,” tight end Ryan Griffin...