One of the most exciting parts about my move to New York 6 months ago was that I would be able to watch my be loved Jets…in-person…with the greatest fans in the world. Game 1 – Buffalo. Awesome. Most points ever scored by one team on opening day. Flash forward a month…and a multi-game slide. 10/14 – Colts. Again, awesome game. Even better since my dad came up to see it live. In what seems to have become a pattern, there was another multi-game slide before a decent, hope-re-enforcing win against the Rams. How exciting, going into Thanksgiving!” I thought. “Wow, we might actually have a shot beating the Pats now that Gronk is out!” I prayed. “I can’t believe I got such great seats!” I shrieked. The anticipation built on Thanksgiving Day. Just a short train ride to the stadium and it was GO Time. And then…it wasn’t.
With that, and all of the current goings-on in Gang Green Nation, a letter…
Dear Fireman Ed,
The team is deflated, unmotivated, divided and pathetic. And even worse, it seems as though the powers that be have no answer for it. Rex (REX!) has no words. Mike T. – who wanted the spotlight so much just a short while ago while filming CSI:NY or Hard Knocks – is nowhere to be found. And Woody. Ha! He’s too busy at the NY Yacht Club to pay attention to the dwindling crowds, angering fans, lack of O-line, butter-fingered receivers, and QB that takes more of a beating than David Carr did during his time at Houston.
With the Tebow-faithful doing and saying things that are as far from being deemed “WWTD?” (What Would Timmy Do?) as Tebow himself is from getting back on the field, the true ignorance of band wagoners (for and against) is becoming more and more evident. Trust me, I work with a bunch of them.
As much as I will miss your rallying, I commend you for removing yourself from questionable circumstances. And I only hope that you will find your faith again. And when you do, please let me know where you found it.