Until you've been to one of our tailgates, you can't fully appreciate what a nice setup we have. Four hours of grilled meats, adult beverages, good friends and random conversations. Thanks to the Jets' ongoing struggles in recent years, our group has made sure to enjoy the tailgates, knowing that may well be the highlight of the day.
Today was no exception.
Yes, the Jets eked out a win, although the term "winning ugly" has never been so accurate. But on a beautiful autumn day in East Rutherford, the real winners were those who gathered along the median in section 13A.
Plenty of good friends, including a dear friend of mine who was making his first appearance...
The usual cast of characters...
Characters indeed...
Grilled meats, all prepared by the Professor, who came to the tailgate and manned double grills for four hours despite not being able to stay for the game...
Good conversation ... for example, this group was debating the merits of Jeff Bridges' career. While it might not seem that would make for an interesting discussion, it was rather spirited. (As an aside, it's hard to argue against the man who starred in the Big Lebowski, but that's just my two cents.)
And then, it was into the stadium, where I witnessed a lot of this...
And a lot of the ball going from His Holiness' right hand to the hands of Chiefs' defenders, which I don't need to revisit in photographs. These words tell the tale...
It reminded some of the halcyon days of Browning Nagle and Richard Todd. Passes flung carelessly into coverage. Passes thrown on crossing routes where the receiver had broken off his pattern. Passes flung on deep flys with no receiver (but two defenders) in sight.
Yikes.
While searching for a photo that captured the offensive debacle on display today, I came across this one. I have absolutely no idea what's going on here...
Is that dancing? I just don't know.
The Jets are now 4-3, which means they have already matched their win total from the 2007 season. But on the heels of last week's horror show against the Raiders and today's lackluster win against Herm, a quarterback named Thigpen and the worst defense in the league, it doesn't feel as good as it could.
Fortunately, a post-game trip to Steve's Sizzling Steaks helped lift the spirits.
Today was no exception.
Yes, the Jets eked out a win, although the term "winning ugly" has never been so accurate. But on a beautiful autumn day in East Rutherford, the real winners were those who gathered along the median in section 13A.
Plenty of good friends, including a dear friend of mine who was making his first appearance...
The usual cast of characters...
Characters indeed...
Grilled meats, all prepared by the Professor, who came to the tailgate and manned double grills for four hours despite not being able to stay for the game...
Good conversation ... for example, this group was debating the merits of Jeff Bridges' career. While it might not seem that would make for an interesting discussion, it was rather spirited. (As an aside, it's hard to argue against the man who starred in the Big Lebowski, but that's just my two cents.)
And then, it was into the stadium, where I witnessed a lot of this...
And a lot of the ball going from His Holiness' right hand to the hands of Chiefs' defenders, which I don't need to revisit in photographs. These words tell the tale...
It reminded some of the halcyon days of Browning Nagle and Richard Todd. Passes flung carelessly into coverage. Passes thrown on crossing routes where the receiver had broken off his pattern. Passes flung on deep flys with no receiver (but two defenders) in sight.
Yikes.
While searching for a photo that captured the offensive debacle on display today, I came across this one. I have absolutely no idea what's going on here...
Is that dancing? I just don't know.
The Jets are now 4-3, which means they have already matched their win total from the 2007 season. But on the heels of last week's horror show against the Raiders and today's lackluster win against Herm, a quarterback named Thigpen and the worst defense in the league, it doesn't feel as good as it could.
Fortunately, a post-game trip to Steve's Sizzling Steaks helped lift the spirits.
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