It was around 2003 when I started calling him Greg Bubbles. He would go on these long philosophic rambles about the Jets, their talent, what they need to do, etc. on the radio on our drive down to the game(s). He would get ribbed for it, no matter who he was partnered with. "Whatever, Socrates", stuff like that; but the Bubbles part was because no matter how bad the Jets were or how horribly they blew a game, he'd still come out with things like well, #so and so/name made a great tackle so that's something to look forward to! And that would be after the Jets got Muhammad Ali'd. Great tackle, what? He could probably find something positive about a cancer ward. So yeah, Greg Bubbles. One time 17a said, hey, take a walk with me to the er, bubble (The Old Dump). I wanna get a dollar autographed for my friend, Buttle (guy hasn't posted here in ages). Had to be the 2005 season. So we go over there, we chit chat with Greg Buttle on commercial break, and 17a makes ME ask him. So it's 17a's dollar, he gets Greg Buttle's autograph for his friend, he shakes our hands, thank you, that's so nice of you, GO JETS! Guess what happened? Buttle never got that signed dollar bill in the mail. 17a spent it by accident. Lol. I love Greg Bubbles, though. Jets fan to the end. He really wants our team to win. He was seriously depressed on-air when the Jets blew it against Oakland and that crappy ass baby Rich Gannon.
So much ewwww in this photo . . . except for Bryan Cox. And then I think back to when Cox was a Miami puke and I feel momentarily conflicted . . . For all of his middle-fingering and spitting on fans, in the end Bryan Cox is pretty OK by me. Wasn't he an ass't LB coach for the Jets for a while? Can't find the clip, but when he was banging Testaverde's shoulder pads and screaming in his face, "What did I tell you?! What did I tell you?!" during the Monday Night Miracle comeback vs. Miami negated Cox being a former Miami puke.