Do or Die can only me one thing Suicide Pact Part Deaux a thread for real Jets fans

[Biggs]

I used to hate the Oakland Raiders, passionate hate reserved for no other team in football. Namath under a pile taking another Ben Davidson cheap shot. Pete Banaszak and Fred Biletnikoff putting a late dagger in our hearts. The mad bomber, Dixon, Billie Cannon, Jim Otto, Brown and Conner, the Silver and Black and of course after all the cheap shots all the points, all the stops, Curt Gowdy pulling his nose out of George Blanda’s a$$ just in time for him to kick another game winning FG.

Like many things in life The Raiders have faded from my memory, a distant irritation on some back shelf of my mind sitting alongside a half completed NY Times cross word puzzle from 1980. If only life moved forward enemies vanquished, peace reigned, Lombardi’s hoisted. If only…

Little did I know what awaited me during my midlife crisis? Money, Porsche’s, Cigars, fine wines, well healed women, all the clichés to soften the blow of a little hair loss and growing waistline. Life is good, very good and while some things aren’t as hard as they used to be my passion for another Jets Championship is raging, uncontrolled ready to erupt. Standing in my way, our way an even more hated and insidious team then the Raiders of my childhood. This team wraps itself in Old Glory, lives in my neighborhood and haunts my winter weekend sleep.

I freaking hate the Pats, I hate the uniform, the owner the HC. I hate Phil Sims and Jim Nantz because they sound like teenage girls in a tweeter when they talk about the Pats. I hate living in CT because it’s in NE. I hate being on the Sunday late game because we all know the Pats make it a marquee game worthy of being the Sunday late game. The thing I hate most about the Pats is losing to the Pats, getting my heart crushed, my hopes dashed and then having to listen to Phil and Jim wax poetically about the HC, the quarterback, the owner, the dynasty…

You can make the argument of Jets success against the Pats. We usually play them tough, Monday night being a gross exception. Some may hang their hat on beating them earlier in the year. I like to think of the big game back in 08 on a Thursday night at Gillette, a big win that was turned meaningless after another late season meltdown.

While you can make that argument I prefer to face reality. With our contracted HC they have won 3 SB, stolen our players, our signals, our very hearts and souls. There HOF 6th round draft pick is starting his 8th Super Bowl run because our LB knocked their star 1st round QB out of a game. That same QB is living in one of our best neighborhoods, our nicest apartments, screwing one of our hottest, richest most eligible women. How much $hit can a team eat? How much $hit can a real fan take?

This year was all in for Jets management and fans alike. We have no idea what next year’s team looks like or if there will be a next year. We do know the Pats have a reload draft coming up and this is probably our strongest team facing their weakest team for a couple of more years to come. Now is the time no excuses do or die win or go home.

We can talk about the game from now until 4:30 on Sunday. Convince ourselves of all the reason our team is good enough and their team isn’t. Come game time all the BS goes out the window.

This is the thread for real Jets fans the ones that are going to put it all on the line Sunday afternoon have their rope at the ready, sleeping pill prescription refilled, cyanide capsule implanted, electric chair plugged in, warm bath draw with new razor blades at the ready, gun loaded, car in the garage running with the windows up, stove on with the pilot light off, Seppuku sword at hand, ready to do the right thing should we lose this game. This is the game with everything hanging in the balance. This is the game real Jets fans have been waiting for. Woody and Tannenbaum are all in, Rex is all in, I’m all in, are you?

Disclaimer: The surgeon General has determined that Suicide is definitely hazardous to your health.

[Jet27]

I used to hate the Oakland Raiders, passionate hate reserved for no other team in football. Namath under a pile taking another Ben Davidson cheap shot. Pete Banaszak and Fred Biletnikoff putting a late dagger in our hearts. The mad bomber, Dixon, Billie Cannon, Jim Otto, Brown and Conner, the Silver and Black and of course after all the cheap shots all the points, all the stops, Curt Gowdy pulling his nose out of George Blanda’s a$$ just in time for him to kick another game winning FG.

Like many things in life The Raiders have faded from my memory, a distant irritation on some back shelf of my mind sitting alongside a half completed NY Times cross word puzzle from 1980. If only life moved forward enemies vanquished, peace reigned, Lombardi’s hoisted. If only…

Little did I know what awaited me during my midlife crisis? Money, Porsche’s, Cigars, fine wines, well healed women, all the clichés to soften the blow of a little hair loss and growing waistline. Life is good, very good and while some things aren’t as hard as they used to be my passion for another Jets Championship is raging, uncontrolled ready to erupt. Standing in my way, our way an even more hated and insidious team then the Raiders of my childhood. This team wraps itself in Old Glory, lives in my neighborhood and haunts my winter weekend sleep.

I freaking hate the Pats, I hate the uniform, the owner the HC. I hate Phil Sims and Jim Nantz because they sound like teenage girls in a tweeter when they talk about the Pats. I hate living in CT because it’s in NE. I hate being on the Sunday late game because we all know the Pats make it a marquee game worthy of being the Sunday late game. The thing I hate most about the Pats is losing to the Pats, getting my heart crushed, my hopes dashed and then having to listen to Phil and Jim wax poetically about the HC, the quarterback, the owner, the dynasty…

You can make the argument of Jets success against the Pats. We usually play them tough, Monday night being a gross exception. Some may hang their hat on beating them earlier in the year. I like to think of the big game back in 08 on a Thursday night at Gillette, a big win that was turned meaningless after another late season meltdown.

While you can make that argument I prefer to face reality. With our contracted HC they have won 3 SB, stolen our players, our signals, our very hearts and souls. There HOF 6th round draft pick is starting his 8th Super Bowl run because our LB knocked their star 1st round QB out of a game. That same QB is living in one of our best neighborhoods, our nicest apartments, screwing one of our hottest, richest most eligible women. How much $hit can a team eat? How much $hit can a real fan take?

This year was all in for Jets management and fans alike. We have no idea what next year’s team looks like or if there will be a next year. We do know the Pats have a reload draft coming up and this is probably our strongest team facing their weakest team for a couple of more years to come. Now is the time no excuses do or die win or go home.

We can talk about the game from now until 4:30 on Sunday. Convince ourselves of all the reason our team is good enough and their team isn’t. Come game time all the BS goes out the window.

This is the thread for real Jets fans the ones that are going to put it all on the line Sunday afternoon have their rope at the ready, sleeping pill prescription refilled, cyanide capsule implanted, electric chair plugged in, warm bath draw with new razor blades at the ready, gun loaded, car in the garage running with the windows up, stove on with the pilot light off, Seppuku sword at hand, ready to do the right thing should we lose this game. This is the game with everything hanging in the balance. This is the game real Jets fans have been waiting for. Woody and Tannenbaum are all in, Rex is all in, I’m all in, are you?

Disclaimer: The surgeon General has determined that Suicide is definitely hazardous to your health.

Excellent read...I am ready. Having had my heart ripped out in those Raiders days. In those late Namath days. In those Miami days, Browns days, Bills days, Bronco days. I remember what it was like in 86 (Jan. 87), with my 5 month old daugher dressed in her first Jets Snoopy Jersey next to me watching the Browns rip it away from us. I remember the 98 team and everything with that.

Being a Jets fan I have to admit I where my feelings on my sleeve, my emotions are out there and drove my ex-wife to not even watch the games.

Yeah I remember all that stuff being a Jets fan is tough, but I wouldnt have it any other way, it's the way it is....

Now being two wives removed and kids all around me with a new beautiful woman by my side a self proclaimed Jets fan because she loves me and wants my Jets to win FOR ME...I can see all that stuff kinda fading away all that negative stuff leaving like a whisp of cigarette smoke that trails and fades away. I can see all the positives...Sitting there in my new home with my woman at my side, my little girl who was there for the Browns game, now 24 watching our Jets beat the Colts, my son even rooted for the Jets (a Pats fan no less) cause he wanted it for me his dad and my other daughters, the other 3 cheered and laughed as the final kick passed through the uprights last saturday night.

Now comes our biggest chance, a chance we only can get a few times...We can win..we can finally win this...we can finally, oh man finally be the team.

So with that my friends, I say don't give up the hope that we can finally see our Jets take the next step....GO JETS.

[Gen X Jet]

Just filled the generator with 93 Ultra and plumbed it into the dryer vent. Let's do this.

[GimmeShelter]

Nice job Biggs and Jet27.

[CobraVerde]

[DMaynard]

I used to hate the Oakland Raiders, passionate hate reserved for no other team in football. Namath under a pile taking another Ben Davidson cheap shot. Pete Banaszak and Fred Biletnikoff putting a late dagger in our hearts. The mad bomber, Dixon, Billie Cannon, Jim Otto, Brown and Conner, the Silver and Black and of course after all the cheap shots all the points, all the stops, Curt Gowdy pulling his nose out of George Blanda’s a$$ just in time for him to kick another game winning FG.

Like many things in life The Raiders have faded from my memory, a distant irritation on some back shelf of my mind sitting alongside a half completed NY Times cross word puzzle from 1980. If only life moved forward enemies vanquished, peace reigned, Lombardi’s hoisted. If only…

Little did I know what awaited me during my midlife crisis? Money, Porsche’s, Cigars, fine wines, well healed women, all the clichés to soften the blow of a little hair loss and growing waistline. Life is good, very good and while some things aren’t as hard as they used to be my passion for another Jets Championship is raging, uncontrolled ready to erupt. Standing in my way, our way an even more hated and insidious team then the Raiders of my childhood. This team wraps itself in Old Glory, lives in my neighborhood and haunts my winter weekend sleep.

I freaking hate the Pats, I hate the uniform, the owner the HC. I hate Phil Sims and Jim Nantz because they sound like teenage girls in a tweeter when they talk about the Pats. I hate living in CT because it’s in NE. I hate being on the Sunday late game because we all know the Pats make it a marquee game worthy of being the Sunday late game. The thing I hate most about the Pats is losing to the Pats, getting my heart crushed, my hopes dashed and then having to listen to Phil and Jim wax poetically about the HC, the quarterback, the owner, the dynasty…

You can make the argument of Jets success against the Pats. We usually play them tough, Monday night being a gross exception. Some may hang their hat on beating them earlier in the year. I like to think of the big game back in 08 on a Thursday night at Gillette, a big win that was turned meaningless after another late season meltdown.

While you can make that argument I prefer to face reality. With our contracted HC they have won 3 SB, stolen our players, our signals, our very hearts and souls. There HOF 6th round draft pick is starting his 8th Super Bowl run because our LB knocked their star 1st round QB out of a game. That same QB is living in one of our best neighborhoods, our nicest apartments, screwing one of our hottest, richest most eligible women. How much $hit can a team eat? How much $hit can a real fan take?

This year was all in for Jets management and fans alike. We have no idea what next year’s team looks like or if there will be a next year. We do know the Pats have a reload draft coming up and this is probably our strongest team facing their weakest team for a couple of more years to come. Now is the time no excuses do or die win or go home.

We can talk about the game from now until 4:30 on Sunday. Convince ourselves of all the reason our team is good enough and their team isn’t. Come game time all the BS goes out the window.

This is the thread for real Jets fans the ones that are going to put it all on the line Sunday afternoon have their rope at the ready, sleeping pill prescription refilled, cyanide capsule implanted, electric chair plugged in, warm bath draw with new razor blades at the ready, gun loaded, car in the garage running with the windows up, stove on with the pilot light off, Seppuku sword at hand, ready to do the right thing should we lose this game. This is the game with everything hanging in the balance. This is the game real Jets fans have been waiting for. Woody and Tannenbaum are all in, Rex is all in, I’m all in, are you?

Disclaimer: The surgeon General has determined that Suicide is definitely hazardous to your health.

Great post.

It is funny. When I was 16 back in 1969, I was already a die hard football and Jets fan. I knew how great the Colts were supposed to be and how much more superior the NFL was supposed to be over the AFL. And yet I just knew the Jets were going to beat the Colts in SBIII. I shot my mouth off leading up to the game like Rex can only dream of. I was the laughing stock in High School. Even though we lived in NJ and a lot of the kids were jets fans, the media and their fathers had them brain washed about how hopeless it was for the Jets. I didn't care. That following Monday, I was ten feet tall. Kids were amazed. "How did you know"? I don't know. I just "knew".

Well here we are again. Up against the unbeatable foe. All of the experts think the Pats will shut up Rex and the Jets just like the experts back in 1969 were so convinced the Colts were going to shut up Joe Namath.

Jet fans, young, old and in between, be of good cheer. The Jets will win this Sunday. I guarantee it.

[Jet27]

Nice job Biggs and Jet27.

Thanks!!!!

[Gen X Jet]

We live to see another day