Being a Jets fan is a pretty miserable existence.
It’s like being in a terrible relationship.
It’s only when you are in a great relationship do you realize how fucked things really were.
You finally have perspective and aren’t living day-to-day in the shit.
I found out last night that this clarity wasn’t just for broken relationships.
The Jets finally have a good quarterback and I had forgotten how much fun that actually was.
We aren’t in the shit anymore.
The hope and excitement Jets fans feel is no longer make believe.
Last night wasn’t just a beatdown of a shitty New England Patriots team, it was an exorcism.
The Pats didn’t just live rent free in my head.
It was mortgage free.
The best part of that beatdown is that it won’t be for just one night.
The Patriots have a truly horrible offense.
Jacoby Brissett doesn’t make mistakes but also can’t make worthwhile plays.
Drake Maye hardly looked impressive when he came in late.
But who knows if anyone could succeed with that offensive line?
Pats fans are in for something Jets fans know very well: a long rebuild.
Maybe it was Ryan Fitzpatrick in 2015 but he wasn’t this accurate.
Brett Favre was really good the first 12 games of the 2008 season before he got hurt.
Maybe we are all fooling ourselves again.
Jets fans are beyond vulnerable.
After 13 seasons of missing the playoffs, we want anything good.
Now, let’s put a ring on it.
