Being a New York Jets fan may be the most annoying team to support in all of sports. This year, they have gone above and beyond to truly disappoint me. The Jets are more annoying than receiving “Maybes” on a Facebook RSVP.
(Speaking of which, can’t Facebook add a couple more options for the plethora of undecided, incapable of making a decision, politically correct masses? How about, Confirmed, Probably, No but I don’t want to appear to be saying “No” to you, Are you kidding? and I’m legit busy. I’m going to email Mark Zuckerberg)
Before the Brett Favre fiasco, I had high hopes the Jets would have another poor season and put themselves in position to draft Knowshon Moreno or Matt Stafford. Even after Favre ousted the Second-Greatest-Quarterback-of-All-Time Chad Pennington, (Behind only Joe Namath proven beyond a doubt by this video. Similar to Rihanna, you will not be able to talk me out of this. Also, you may have noticed an article about the best QB’s of all time on SPS about a year ago with this horrific omission. I too was disappointed.) I still held out hopes Favre’s arm may fall off early in the season to keep my dream alive. What I forgot was that these are the Jets. So, naturally, Favre performed well enough for me to abandon these hopes and move on to more traditional hopes of making the playoffs. And after beating the Titans and Pats — both away — I felt these hopes to be quite realistic. But once again, I forgot what team I support. Now it seems the Jets will barely miss the playoffs just as Favre’s arm falls off. So all of my hopes and dreams have been dashed by the Jets. We’ll miss the playoffs and have no shot at Moreno or Stafford thus crippling the franchise until Pennington returns or one of his three sons turns 22.
So, I’ve officially learned to set extremely easy goals (though, to be honest, losing 10 games didn’t seem that unrealistic as a Jets fan) or set extremely unrealistic goals with no shot at accomplishing them (similar to the ones set for this blog). Therefore, my new hopes for the Jets are to acquire Bill Parcells, bring back Chad and convince Tom Brady that he should retire to spend more time with his wife-to-be. You would think the last wouldn’t be that hard after seeing this, this or this (sorry, had to). Just remember what franchise we’re dealing with.
(Of course, I’m writing all of this before the Jets have officially been eliminated from the playoffs. Knowing the Jets, they’ll make it just to spite me. In any case, I’m pulling for the Falcons because of how ridiculous their turnaround has been and also because I’d feel guilty about pulling for my Jets after I cast them out. Unless they make the ‘Bowl. Then all bets are off (which they are at this point anyway).)
In other news, I’ve become addicted to Fight Night 3. I’ve been beating so much ass it’s outrageous. I believe I have 23 wins and 22 KOs. Unfortunately, my brother beat me last night (despite his eyes being swollen to 95% and 100% respectively to accompany his broken nose) which left me unable to sleep due to frustration. I decided not to write at that particular time for fear that my tired state may leave me vulnerable to more typos. No, I don’t apologize and this time didn’t even bother to make corrections. Deal with it.
Bone to pick: see all of the above.
I don’t even have a quote for you today. Or an interesting fact. Totally unprepared.
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