Woody Johnson: THIEF!

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I find myself so thoroughly disgusted by Woody Johnson owner of the New York Jets that I cannot possibly root for them any longer. I can handle the losing. Losing does not bother me. Players who pout, cry, whine, shoot themselves or masturbate do not bother me either. Brainless first time coaches who make mistakes and cow tow to Hall of Fame legends do not bother me. Washed up has-beens who think they still have something left but clearly do not, actually excite me. Trading for has-beens that never were, who only rush for one touchdown in 2007 then suddenly think they are Emmitt Smith because they can run through open holes my 86 year old senile Italian grandmother could wheel her chair through does not bother me. In fact I can buy-in to all of the previously mentioned. Especially if the intention, in collection of these misfits, is in earnest: winning!

It is no longer about winning. In fact for Woody Johnson it has never been about winning it just took me until now to figure it out.

Hey Jets fans, WAKE UP!

Sharing a stadium? Come on, does Donald Trump have lunch with Bill Gates and share a salad? All those high priced big name signings were a poor attempt to fool you into thinking PSL’s are justified. Well, you cannot fool me Woody. And you cannot fool our readers. You are a bum. You blew it every single year in the draft since you bought the team and your attempt to correct your mistakes by importing talent from elsewhere to build a “Superbowl caliber” team is a disgrace. What is more, jersey boy, you had more than one chance to bring the Jets back to NY. Yet, you continue to hide behind the shadow cast by the New York Giants in hopes that their success will yield you profit without consequence while hiding your inability to truly build a winner.

Acceptable teams for Jets fans to root for from now on. Baltimore Ravens, Detroit Lions, Houston Texans, New York Giants

Back From The Man Cave

First I would like to thank all of you for your support and kind words regarding the birth of my son, Jack Henry. More importantly I state now and declare from this moment forth that I will not raise him to be a fan of the New Jersey Jets. Did you hear me Woody Johnson? If it were not for the integrity of our content and the respect for our multitude of readers I would really tell you how I feel. You come down to the Man Cave and I will give you all you can handle.

So what have we learned since my brief hibernation down in the Man Cave these past few months? I was right about the Jets and Brett Favre. I was right about Miami beating them week 17 (I called that week 1) I was right about Laverne “and Shirley” Coles not catching the football. I was right about Thomas Jones being a bad teammate and the second best running back on his team. Probably 6th best in the State of New York if we’re not counting high school or college.

So from Man Cave I have found peace and clarity. Now I know I do not need 52″ of LCD HDTV to show me what I already know.  I could see it all from a mile away on a 13″ black and white zenith.