24 January 2010
There's really not much left to be said. Today's game has been overanalyzed (I think that's a word) in every conceivable way. I started to read the game previews on the Post and News website but then I realized I had technically been doing that all week. It was just confusing me at this point.
The most frustrating part as a fan is that you have no direct effect on the outcome of the game. As much as you think you do, you don't. You're powerless.
Don't get me wrong though. I'll be sitting in the exact same spot on my couch with my exact same hand down my pants at the exact same angle it was last week. And the week before that. And the week before that. And the week before that.
Heck, The Likely Lad is coming home not to watch the game with Pops and I, but to watch by himself in his room. "I've watched the past two weeks by myself in different rooms. There's nowhere else in my apartment to watch." Even good ole mum knows not to come within a 30 ft. square radius of us unless she is told she can. It's just routine.
But seriously, whether you've been a fan since the day you entered this fine world, or you just want the Jets to win so your boyfriend/husband/webbed-feet lover has sex with you tonight (and the reverse for male fans), do whatever you feel is necessary for the Jets to win. It's the least (and most) you can do.
Prediction: Jets 23, Colts 20. Jets will trail 17-9 at half. They'll get a score in the third, another in the fourth. And then the defense will finally make its trademark late-game stop to secure a trip to Miami.
Enjoy, folks. Don't take today for granted. This is special.
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