My husband is a Seattle Seahawks fan. True story. He started watching them in December of 1983, and became a die hard ever since. No one ever told my husband he was “basic,” and that’s the truth. Although he’s a local Mets fan (but he grew up in the Bronx of course), his basketball team is located in Utah (Jazz), and football team is in a city he’s never visited (Seattle, natch).
Imagine his surprise when last year during the football playoffs, AM New York had a feature on team-focused bars, and they featured Carlow East, a Seattle Seahawks-fan bar that broadcasts every game (and since the Seahawks aren’t exactly a “national” team like, say, the Dallas Cowboys are, it’s rare he gets to see them on National TV). They don’t have a kitchen, but they have cheap drinks, and are chill about allowing you to bring food into the establishment. But on football game days, they do bring in a buffet. Just your standard pastas, salads, wings, and wares like sausage and peppers. Drawbacks are that they don’t make mimosas (no sparkling wine), don’t have coffee (so no nutty Irishmen or other adult coffee drinks), and they’re on the East Side of the island which is like Guam to me. BUT they made up a lot of ground by offering us take out menus (an extensive list) and by suggesting I get my own coffee from across the street, and then charging me for a “shot” to “nutty it up,” as the bartender said.
For a brief moment, I wished I was a Seahawks fan, or just a team that doesn’t exactly have “local” roots. During the game, they had Seahawks based chants like “SEA-Fense!” or “Sea! HAWKS! Sea! HAWKS!” Whenever the Seahawks scored a touchdown, they gave everyone a round of Seahawk-blue inspired Kamikaze shots. (Similar to what the Chapmans do on Mets opening day each year, they substitute Blue Curacao to give the margaritas a blue tinge, as opposed to using just plain ol’ Triple Sec, a colorless orange liqueur).
Yes, we went from euphoria (well, as euphoric as I can get watching a game with no rooting interest…but I did appreciate being there with a fan base I know so little), to watching the Jets game. The life of a Jets fan, of course.
Anyone have a hit of Viagra I can use? That game was as flaccid as…well…never mind. Simply, the Jets were just awful. It was so bad that I actually enjoyed, THOROUGHLY enjoyed cleaning my house. I even cleaned the cat’s litter boxes. My house is now clean, but the Jets still got annihilated. At least I can hang my hat on THAT, watching it in a clean house.
So what went wrong? Well, whatever it was went very RIGHT for the Eagles, a team I cannot stand. Look, nothing business, just personal. I hate the goddamn city. I hate that they have a NYC complex (they should already know we’re the superior city). I hate Michael Vick (Sorry but I actually DO think most animals should be treated better than people). I hate the Phillies. I hate all their stinking drunk idiot fans. And they ALL spill over into the Linc when the Phillies aren’t playing. I have an exception for Flyers fans though. They seem to know their shit. I can respect that. All I know is for all the goodwill that the Phils are bringing to their city, sportswise, no one fucking appreciates it. They’d give it all up for ONE Super Bowl ring, and they all know it.
Now that I got THAT out of my system. The things that went RIGHT for the Iggles? Well they proved that not only practice makes perfect (they have a chance to bounce into the playoffs after a lackluster start to the season, how about that for some shit), but that studying does indeed go the extra mile or in this case, extra few hundred yards or so. The Eagles found the weakness of the Death Star of Jets defense, as they were running plays easily being called. Fab.
I suppose if there were a game they had to lose, it would be today. In the category of how ’bout that for some shit, still, the Jets didn’t technically lose any ground. Huh. It’s not going to be easy of course, considering they had their life in their hands, and blew it. Well, all I can say is they better fuckin’ win next week, in the Toilet Bowl as EJ from Happy Recap called it on Twitter yesterday. Because Sexy Rexy is running his fuckin’ mouth AGAIN. Look, say what you want about Rex Ryan, but he always flaps his trap (he won’t stop so we may as well enjoy it). Yet, he can admit where he’s wrong afterwards and ALWAYS takes the heat off his players when it comes down to it. Seriously though, after this shit show the NY fans had to be subjected to this week? Although with the shoe on other foot, when the Giants countered with a trash-talk won’t help the Jets, but hey, this game has just as much bearing on the G-men too.
If all was right in the world, this game would mean nothing but bragging rights to the winning fan base (and honestly, I don’t dislike the Giants. I just prefer the Jets). But lately there’s been a lot of “my overrated quarterback is better than YOUR overrated quarterback” so I’d nothing better than to bash the Giants’ skulls in at any chance. Yet this game is all of a sudden a must-win scenario for either team.
JUST WHAT I NEED ON CHRISTMAS EVE WHEN I’M AT MY MOM’S, PEOPLE.
I started the day drinking Kamikaze shots in honor of my husband’s team, while the Jets shitbombed their own kamikaze attack on themselves to make a game that should have meant nothing mean everything.
Sounds about right to me. Merry Fucking Christmas, Jets fans.