New York Jets Mafia
Back to back AFC Championship games seemed as far away as Super Bowl III now, it seemed. A team not just in disarray, but one that had become a joke took the field each Sunday and plunged the knife deeper into the hearts of Jets fans each time.
Doggin94it, owner Woody Johnson and mod-confirmed not playing, stood by in utter disbelief. Back page headlines on in New York City were something the owner craved, but not like this. Not while being embarrassed on national television as fans became disgusted and, eventually, fed up. “We want them gone! Get rid of these embarrassments, fix our team Woody!!! Fix it now!!!!” Jets fans yelled from outside his office as they pelted the building with eggs, rocks with “playoff invoice” written on them, and in one instance…seemingly poop.
Woody began to sob softly. “How will I make money if the fans don’t buy my PCL’s?! Who’s going to buy $8 hot dogs if no one’s at the stadium?! How can I fix this?!”
The problem was Woody didn't know football...or sports...or a hard days work, for that matter. He only knew one thing: Money. So naturally, when he decided action needed to be taken he sent his personal assistant to find the man he felt could help the most – the man who had the most of his money.
Injured star Hess, Darrelle Revis and mod-confirmed townie, entered Johnson’s office. “You called me in, sir?” “Yes!” Hess exclaimed, “I need your help with the football team!”
“I’ll be back in the weight room as soon as possible, you have my word. We’ll get back to our winning ways” Hess shot back confidently.
“No…I need you to help me find the ones that have made this mess. Jets fans want better than this, and we’re going to give it to them! Find who has caused this embarrassment and I’ll get rid of them!” Johnson said, seeming borderline psychotic.
“Sir…uh…can’t you just fix all this yourself? You’re the owner. Everybody answers to you.” Hess asked back, growing disinterested as he gazed outside at the tennis courts.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Maybe it’s that Tebow fella…I didn’t even want him here! Or maybe the flight crew is distracting everyone! Get rid of these jokes! Do whatever it takes. What EVER…it takes.” Johnson replied back with somewhat of an ominous tone.
“Okay…but I want more money”
It is now Day 1. With 22 alive, it takes 12 to lynch.
Edited by AVM, 24 January 2013 - 01:15 PM.