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True Story: How I Made The Owner Of JetNation Turn His Cell Phone Off With Three Letters


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So I'm sitting comfortably in my NY Jets Midwest Command Center, located in the rolling meadows of Rochester Hills, Michigan. Wall-mounted 55" HDTV shining brightly above the fireplace mantle, the Yamaha home theater system dialed up, and a degree of optimism and hope still in the air. I took the evening off (I work midnights) so I could see the game. The beer had barely been touched & the queso was still too warm from having just exited the microwave. There's the kickoff. It's game time. Here we go.

 

Then Geno throws that Pick 6. 

 

So in true fashion, I do what I do best: I Vent. I vent so well that to this day, HVAC companies across the nation try to get me to talk at their symposiums.

 

This time, however, I keep it short and simple. I reach for the iPhone, select Max, Tabor & BP as recipients and type three simple letters.

 

"SOJ"

 

Push send....and boom, as we'd say in the Field Artillery, "Shot, over".  

 

Next thing you know, I hear my cell phone go off....someone has sent me a response. Could it be BP with his usual response, a photo of Rex wearing a clown nose & suit? Could it be Tabor telling me that despite the records, the Yankees are still better than the Tigers? I'm afraid, it would be none of those.

 

Instead, it was Max, the man, the myth, the legend. Our friend, our owner, our shining ray of light. Our beacon of everlasting NY Jets Hope.......

 

His response was swift and without ambiguity. From his position in the Coaches Club at MetLife, "Guys, stop f*cking texting me this bulls*it during the game. Thanks"

 

That would be the first and only text I'd receive on the matter. I would later learn that Phil turned his cell phone off to avoid any further texting harassment from the State of Michigan. 

 

It was a classic moment in JetNation History. One of my classic game time rants had finally caused the usually mild-mannered Phil to retaliate with the full weight of the nuclear option. I'm still laughing about it this morning. 

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So I'm sitting comfortably in my NY Jets Midwest Command Center, located in the rolling meadows of Rochester Hills, Michigan. Wall-mounted 55" HDTV shining brightly above the fireplace mantle, the Yamaha home theater system dialed up, and a degree of optimism and hope still in the air. I took the evening off (I work midnights) so I could see the game. The beer had barely been touched & the queso was still too warm from having just exited the microwave. There's the kickoff. It's game time. Here we go.

 

Then Geno throws that Pick 6. 

 

So in true fashion, I do what I do best: I Vent. I vent so well that to this day, HVAC companies across the nation try to get me to talk at their symposiums.

 

This time, however, I keep it short and simple. I reach for the iPhone, select Max, Tabor & BP as recipients and type three simple letters.

 

"SOJ"

 

Push send....and boom, as we'd say in the Field Artillery, "Shot, over".  

 

Next thing you know, I hear my cell phone go off....someone has sent me a response. Could it be BP with his usual response, a photo of Rex wearing a clown nose & suit? Could it be Tabor telling me that despite the records, the Yankees are still better than the Tigers? I'm afraid, it would be none of those.

 

Instead, it was Max, the man, the myth, the legend. Our friend, our owner, our shining ray of light. Our beacon of everlasting NY Jets Hope.......

 

His response was swift and without ambiguity. From his position in the Coaches Club at MetLife, "Guys, stop f*cking texting me this bulls*it during the game. Thanks"

 

That would be the first and only text I'd receive on the matter. I would later learn that Phil turned his cell phone off to avoid any further texting harassment from the State of Michigan. 

 

It was a classic moment in JetNation History. One of my classic game time rants had finally caused the usually mild-mannered Phil to retaliate with the full weight of the nuclear option. I'm still laughing about it this morning. 

 

This isn't entirely true. There were other texts in the exchange. This wasn't a reaction to one text.  :)  And I had other people texting me as well, so I did overreact and I apologized for that haha.

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