Since the day I was born, I’ve been a Jets fan. I didn’t really have much choice. Both my parents were Jets fans, and their parents too. The story goes that when the AFL’s New York Titans joined the NFL and became the New York Jets in 1963, my grandfather decided to buy season tickets. We’ve been season ticket holders ever since, going from $5 seats at Shea Stadium, to $125 seats at MetLife Statdium (PSL as well – thanks Woody!). I bleed Green.
Most people that I grew up with were Jets fans as well. Basically, if you grew up East of Manhattan, you were a Jets fan – primarily due to the fact that they played at Shea Stadium in Queens. If you grew up North or West of Manhattan, you were probably a Giants fan since they primarily played in places North of the City (Yankee Stadium, Yale Bowl) or West (Giants Stadium). Nobody grows up in Manhattan, so those people don’t really count.
So a Jets fan I was destined to be. And with that has come a lot of…hmmm…how should I say it…DEFEAT. Despite winning Super Bowl III in 1969, the Jets have not been a very successfull franchise. Recent history has been kinder, but for the majority of my youth (80s to early 90s), the Jets were bad. Real bad. Some of the most legendary losses in NFL history involved the Jets. One of my most vivid memories as a child was that of me crying, hysterically, after the Jets blew a lead and lost in DOULBE OT to the Cleveland Browns in a 1987 playoff game. I was inconsolable. I remember staring at the TV in disbelief after the Browns kicked the winning FG (the Browns are another star-crossed franchise…the irony). That would not be the last time I felt that way unfortunately. Here is the original story in a Cleveland newspaper: http://tinyurl.com/cblff24
So when 2 of my friends sent me this link (thanks Greg & Dave), I couldn’t help but smile. This is me, 25 years ago (some say it is still me). And this will probably be my 2 boys at some point in their life. It’s a rite of passage. Apologies if you’ve seen this already: http://tinyurl.com/cqqp68p (very thankful they didn’t have this technology when I was a kid)
Despite all this, I still tune in every week. I still believe. I still have hope. I’m still doomed.
So…another game this Sunday. Another chance at heartbreak.
It’s tough to be a Jets fan…