Ah Jets, how I enjoy your misery (read this if you missed it: I Hate The Jets ).
Another disastrous Jets season and another lame Jets-pun headline.
Today will be so sweet.
A month ago uppity Jets fans were talking about the Super Bowl and even going as far to ask the NFL what they would do if both the Jets & Giants were hosting conference championship games. Silly Jets. (The answer was that one game would be played Monday night, by the way). Everyone buy your tickets for Tampa for the Swampway Super Bowl!
Brett Favre made the Namath on the Rams mistake. He made the Jerry Rice on the Broncos mistake. The Unitas on the Chargers mistake. The Willie Mays on the Mets mistake. He did not get off the field with the legend intact and stayed one year too many. (Props to Mike Mussina for realizing it was a good time to get out.)
Now the Jets are faced with the Dolphins. The Dolphins led by of all people, Chad Pennington. How great will it be when Pennington clinches the division at the Meadowlands. Your home-grown QB that you kicked off the street for a hired gun. That never works out in sports—even Joe Montana could not lead the Chiefs to the Super Bowl, but you went for it. Now your castoff will send you to the off-season, with the help of your former savior Bill Parcells. I love it, and Parcells rhymes with PSLs so get ready to write Woody Johnson some checks so you can enjoy another 40 years of misery.