To be a Jets fan is to understand the meaning of pain.
It is, admittedly, a different sort of pain than that known by Lions fans, but no less sharp. The Jets like to tease you with false hope, so the eventual defeat will cut deeper.
It is all Joe Willie’s fault. As every true Jets fan knows, he made a deal with the devil to win SuperBowl III. So long as any Jets fan who saw that victory remains alive, the Jets will never win again.
(I won’t talk about the Giants this week. The game meant everything to the Vikings and nothing to the G-Men. I was heartened to catch glimpses of Danny Ware and Mario Manningham, however. Both showed flashes, and David Carr did well enough as well, though Ghu Forbid that we ever actually need him).
One consolation for Jets fans. At least they’re not the Cowboys.
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