Being a Jets fan is pathetic, your friends constantly mock you, your
team hasn't won a championship since the 60's, your boisterous coach
for muted and your QB dances around bottomless on Vine. The team
regularly over-performs, the fan base is a bunch of drunk frat boys
and the ownership is completely lost. The one thing the team did have
was a real mascot, some slob from Staten Island who would get up on
his brother's shoulders and start this J-E-T-S Jets Jets Jets chant
waving his hands around like a cerebral palsy. Admittedly it's not
much, but I guess it is something.
But last year the mascot unceremoniously quit because he either felt
the team wasn't supporting him enough or his brother couldn't support
him anymore. So the Jets and Fireman Ed split ways and he is now
back to being a Dolphin fan, I think.
Anyway, the terrible team decided that instead of focusing on
jumpstarting a dreadful offense, they would instead now draw up plays
for their fans. The Jets are having the Fireman Ed chant coordinated
by the stadium as opposed to the mascot and they wanted to make sure
there were no butt fumbles this time. If that isn't pathetic
enough, knowing how dumb/drunk the fans are, they feel they have to
hand out cheat-sheets to tell each person what they are supposed to
tell and when. I guess this is so people don't screw up by yelling T
when their section should be yeling E.
So not only do they want to bang you for a PSL, now they also want to
insult your intelligence
Let's go Geno and welcome to our newest TOR reader
7 comments:
Is the Pulitzer Committee aware of your Legend of Jose entry? That was a fine piece of writing. Now you need to tell the Legend of Cousin Marje.
THANKS FOR THE WELCOME BRUH
You know, people, I'm okay with Jets fans! I really am!
They just want to WIN the GAME! Nothing wrong with that.
Winning, baby. The cure for the common cold.
Now, people, get back to the freaking gridiron and back to freaking WORK! People, people, people...
New York sucks and so do the Jets. They should take the 7 train, throw out the kids with purple hair and AIDS, pack it full of nitroglycerine, and send it on a one way course to Jets Stadium. There. Problem solved.
ATL all the way.
My old mentor and close personal friend, Brent Favre, used to play for the Jets.
Yes, good ol' Brent. I'll never forget him.
*smile*
How cum Rockabilly don't have a pict Cha?
Wut??
Man who da fuk cares, Money? Who gives a shiieet.
Man u dumb as fuk, Money. No wonder u a running back. Don't gotta remember routes n shiieet. Just run like a fuk dumb. Come on now.
Damn.
Eat fresh
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