My dad would probably tell you that I’ve been a Jets fan “all my life,” but technically since I was 10, as that was the year I really started to pay attention to the sport. I, however, will tell you that I didn’t come around on the Jets till much later in life, till I was in my 20s, specifically in 2002.
And that was because that was the first year I not only really started paying attention to games, but that I really understood the passion that is there for Jets fans. It was also the first year I started attending games.
As I’ve said before, I “speak” baseball, so I have a hard time finding parallels in life to football. This could simply be because I came around so late to it. But I do see it now. I see the passion, the living-breathing-eating the sport, especially when it comes to Jets fans.
I’ve often called my contentious relationship with the Jets “an exercise in futility.” This is because I’ve seen the Giants, a team I probably SHOULD have rooted for because everyone I knew was a Giants fan, win three goddamn Super Bowls in my lifetime. I had a period of being irrationally angry with my father after the Giants beat the New England Patriots (though in reality, I was happy the Pats lost) in early 2008. I said, and I quote, “It’s bad enough you made a Mets and a Rangers fan…but making me a Jets fan is the cruelest thing you could have EVER done to me!!”
Eh, it’s a character build. Certainly the tide has shifted, as my friend Dee who also goes by “Mets Writers” in the sports communities sent me the pic I have posted above.
Four years ago, you couldn’t find this much Jets stuff in this town and surrounding areas. Now she says, the true tragedy is that she couldn’t find a Jets pillow pet. I think you could find a Jets bath mat though.
I made it a point to go to a game last year in the new stadium, what Jets fans christen “JetLife Stadium.”
Go Gang Green, Troop 16H lives…and
J! E! T! S! Jets! Jets! JETS!!!!!