The animosity shared between Miami Dolphins fans and New York Jets fans is almost material, like a stone ready to be chucked at the others head. I've personally been to games in Miami where security remains alert in case any of the Jets' "J-E-T-S JETS, JETS, JETS" cheers are turned into "SUCK, SUCK, SUCK."
Division rivalry, tailgating for five hours and three cases of beer will do that.
So when fan favorite and Dolphins all time sack leader Jason Taylor left Miami unceremoniously and signed with hated New York, it was all 'Phins fans could do from smashing their Jason Taylor bobbleheads.
But they didn't.
The reason being this: Jason Taylor, much like brother-in-law Zach Thomas, is a Dolphin for life regardless of any alien uniforms he may have tried on. These were ill-fitting costumes, both his stint in Washington and New York.
The NFL is a business and not much can be held against a man trying to make a decent wage, extending his playing days in a game he loves and ultimately, in the case of playing for the Jets, seeking the ever elusive championship.
Welcome back, Jason.
I would say all is forgiven but truthfully, there was never enough anger to direct blame, just disappointed thing didn't work out.
There are no promises of a championship in Miami, but by now that may be immaterial. We'll pull out the old "99" jerseys, watch you terrorize the Jets again and cheer you along—a cheer that will last long after your career is over because you have always been and always will be a Miami Dolphin.