“So…who wants to watch Blues Brothers?” I said in the fourth quarter last Sunday, when it just seemed painfully obvious that this was clearly not the Jets day. Nor was it their night. (Operative word there was “painfully”).
A few things to go on that background. First, I was on the West Coast, with a Seahawks fan (my husband), a Giants fan (Solly) and a 49ers fan (Mrs. Senor Solly). I was still on East Coast time, since I was basically there for what amounted to a long weekend. I was in bed most nights around 10 pm PST. Yeah, I’m lame. But also since the game was on East Coast time, we were done around 8 pm watching the game.
Oh and I had done a Petco Park tour in San Diego earlier in the day, and while walking out of the stadium, I ran into two Jets fans, presumably on their way to watch football somewhere.
Jets fans meet in downtown San Diego
They admitted they were both Yankee fans, but I let them get away with it…Nobody is truly perfect after all.
My phone had died out at one point. So I made a conscious decision to not live-tweet during the game. So I did the second-best thing: I talked to the TV as if, you know, the team could hear me (they can, can’t they?), and said some pretty Coop-tastic things. Such as “Fuck you and your mothers.” “Kiss my ass.” You can see where I can pull some of my most primal thoughts on Twitter. My thoughts were being tweeted anyway, even though I wasn’t doing it myself (Be sure to follow @Fsolomon75 for more info on that). Love modern technologies. And the power of outing your friends on Twitter.
To say I was giddy with anticipation for the week’s game would be an understatement. I was ready for payback, especially when it comes to the New England Patriots, or as I like to call them, the “HATEtriots.” The first game really left a bad taste in my mouth, but I figured this team has faced Tom Brady and his crew a gajillion times, we can take ‘em.
Anyway, I make no bones about whom I love on the Jets this year. And the constants of course. Nick Mangold, Darrelle Revis, Plaxico Burress, Mark Sanchez are my big four this year. The obvious choices. I don’t care if Burress shoost himself in the foot, uh, literally. If he wants to audition for the Darwin Awards on his time, far be it for me to stop him.
Moving right along, people get on Mark Sanchez for not being an “elite quarterback.” Well, let’s take a step back and think about what an elite QB is. Look at the Colts, as an example. Their “elite” QB, Peyton Manning (the human Milwaukee Brewer Sausage Race Sausage) has been injured this season…guess what? His team is probably going to get the first-round draft pick this year. Right? Then there’s Tom Brady, the *barf* “elite” QB. Look I can give credit where it is due, but I don’t like Brady because he’s the enemy. But yet when he was hurt a few years ago, the Patriots were hardly the vaunted threat they usually are, and didn’t make the playoffs.
So to say “Mark Sanchez isn’t an elite quarterback” is a very loaded accusation. For one, the Jets are seriously not a one-man team, like say the Colts are constructed to be or were. Now, I don’t pay close attention to Colts games, just basically follow them on game trackers or whatever, so if there’s something else going on there feel free to clue me in. The Jets are constructed to have a heavy D (RIP…wait, wrong D), so when that fails, Sanchez’s errors are more glaring.
That’s not to say, on the other side of the coin, Sanchez’s idiotic move (what Rex Ryan coined as being one of the dumbest moves in the history of football) of calling a timeout too soon during the first half wasn’t to blame. Yet, the defense can’t keep giving opportunities to a seasoned team like the Patriots.
I feel like Sanchez doesn’t make “rookie mistakes” per se, but I feel like his own hype can get in the way at times. Meaning, I could tell he was getting rattled during the game. That might seem like rookie nerves, but who knows what happened in the locker room during the half…Ryan could have put his fist down his throat, and made his asshole into a pinky ring. I could see that rattling someone. Yet, they are still professionals and should know better. So play better, you tools.
Lastly, at the root of it, is a team effort. I saw just overall the team making mistakes that could be construed as “rookie,” but since Sanchez is the “face” for better or worse (I mean, it can’t get better…he’s seriously cute), but this was a team loss.
Is it the end of the world? No. Yes, as a fan I would prefer beating the Patriots on any day of the week, let alone on a football Sunday. I still have faith, as blind as it may be. I believe in my heart of hearts that the Jets are going to come up huge this season. Just unfortunately, it didn’t happen on a national platform, against the hated Patriots. The schedule bears out for the Jets for the rest of the season…so just man up and play better.
After all, they’re just a team…
Stand by your men
And if you love them…Oh be proud of them…’Cause after all, they’re just your men…
Stand by your green men…