I debated with myself for a little while on whether I should write and post this here, so, here goes..
I have the burden of practically being the only Jets fan in my family. Now, I say "practically"for two reasons..one, people are a bit wishy washy and promote the Giants too because they both play for New York; the other is my uncle, Julio. Win, loss, buttfumble, or draw, he cheered them on every Sunday against anyone. In fact, around the time of the AFC Divisonal against NE there was a spread in the Daily News by Gary Myers showing a "danger road ahead" sign and Peyton, Brady, and Ben standing tall amidst Dallas in the background that brought it into perspective for me. I had a good feeling we would down Peyton, but (shamefully) I wasnt confident we'd beat the Pats. My Uncle told me I hadn't been a fan long enough to say that. Me. Who stood by this team from 6 (I'm 22 now) couldn't after that ass reaming they gave us in week 9; apparently not. He told me we were a different team now and had all the expectation lifted off our shoulders. That that was the one and only advantage we had as Jets fans. He was more than right.
We couldn't watch the game together like we planned but were on the phone the whole time through yelling and hollering; and were naturally a loud famiy anyhow..we though it was our time.Turns out it wasn't.lol but even still he was optimistic. I remember going to the 2012 season opener with a buddy of mine and seeing Revis one last time still texting and trying to pay attention; him telling me that it didn't get any better than this ANY Sunday. Being surrounded by Jets fans. I actually Spoke to him Wendsday night after work and we said we'd finally go to a game together. Revises second "homecoming" in a NE uniform. I had been unemployed for a while and having finally gotten a good job, we decided I was paying.lol we were gonna check our schedules and make sure it happened. But it wasn't to be.
Jump to the next day and I decided to head up to Albany for my two days off and stay with my GF because I finally got a weekend and not a spaced out schedule. Everything went nicely and I was on the bus down when I got the call Saturday that...he was gone. Boom. Just like that. 56 years young and put together. I couldn't even wrap my head around it because he was healthy..sure he has this Crappy tooth ache, but you don't die from that. I cried out in front of complete strangers and just wanted escape. I still don't know. I probably won't till after the burial. Some of you might've noticed I've been MIA lately and I apologize. But as crazy as it sounds, this community is family. I love him, miss him and will go to the game we planned to see together because we will see it together.
Just not the way most people think. Jet life to the next life. Thank you for hearing me out.