I’ve been on this site for a while but have never written anything before so please bear with me as this is my first post. I’ve been a Jets
fan for 28 years and was born into a family whose main religion is baseball. Dominicans don’t know anything else. Needless to say, my obsession with football from early on not only shocked my parents but made them also appreciate the game. Now, I know that we’re all hurting right now and we all feel like our season is officially lost. I, myself, went into a bathroom stall and cried when I read about The Island. I’m a girl, I have every right to cry when we lost the cornerstone of our franchise to such a devastating injury. I remember when Vinny tore his Achilles, I was 15 years old and I cried then like a kid whose presents were stolen on Xmas. This, however, feels so much more painful and crippling. As I write this my chest is starting to tighten up again because the thought of not having him is still very much on the forefront of my mind. Tears are wetting my eyes again. Look folks, we have a right to feel this way but I’m pretty disgusted at a lot of the things that have been said since Sunday. Throw our season away? Draft Barkley? Play for the first pick? Give up?
I know we’ve been known for the greater part of our existence as a franchise that can’t get it together, as second class citizens in our own city and most recently as a circus act with an obnoxious coach, a suddenly incompetent GM and an owner who wants us to ingest more of Tebow than should be humanly allowed. But giving up like this on our guys is disgusting. The reason why I love the Jets so much is because no matter all the chatter, all the disappointments, all the pain that they’ve caused us as a fan base, I still have this undying hope that they will pull thru in the bad times. Call me naïve. Call me hopelessly optimistic. But I refuse to give up on our boys. I don’t question anyone’s fanhood on this site but this is a marriage; you’re in it for the good times and the bad. When things go bad, you don’t simply discard it, you work your butt off to make it better. You all have to stop feeling sorry for yourselves. After the tears stopped, I wiped my eyes and promised not to give up on them. That’s the true essence of being a fan. We take the good and the bad but we always stick to them.
Our team is in serious need of help from the nonexistent pass rush (Maybin, Coples – where are you guys?), the inaccuracy of Sanchez to the suddenly vulnerable secondary, we need extensive help. Yes, we all know these things. Mike T needs to start burning up those phones, Rex needs to re-scheme the D and Sparano needs to figure out a way to better utilize McKnight, Timmy Jesus and give Bilal the starting gig because I, at 5’5 125lbs, can get more yards than Greene. You all know this. But have faith folks. Even if we go 3-13, 4-12 or 8-8, this is the time for us to rally around our boys not because part of the peanut gallery. It’s ALWAYS been us against the world. When did you all because part of the chorus? You’re making this fan of 28 years (and I’m 28 years old) sadder than I’ve ever been. I come to this site to find solace in my pain and end up feeling more angry and disappointed than before.
We’re better than this.
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