Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. The Jets at 9-7?
I have to watch myself, as this is one of those posts on which I could just go "off", and Lori's going to beat me into a sniveling pulp. I may not have a lot of pride, but I have just enough to avoid self-immolation.
Ah, what's the use? Who in God's Green Acre gives a rat's hairy @$$ about that which a bunch of overpaid prognosticators on the Mickey Mouse Sports Network think or say? The ONLY reasons this collective hemorrhoid of humanity feel that the Jets are even SNIFFING a winning season are:
1) It's NYC. Big Market. Gotta get the knee pads for THAT action.
2) It's Favre. Big Name. Gotta get the knee pads for THAT action.
3) It's Mangini. A Belicheck derivative. Gotta get the knee pads for THAT action.
I'll shut up and get off the board. I'm going to refer back to a very good post engendered by Tim Graham ("I'd Like Your Opinion"). That was quite something. I tip my hat to my mates on the Wall for a collective cerebral response. Nice to know it can arise when duty calls.
Even so much as deigning to comment on the Jets being 9-7 strains credulity in light of a great post like that. Tell me you're better than that. Help me out here.