Our friend, Alex, flew to SF to see the Jets vs. the 49rs, only to have Garrison Hearst hammer a stake into our hearts and rupture our collective aortic arteries at the same time. Oh, my God, that game still gives me chest pains. I had agita for five days minimum. There aren't enough Rolaids in the world. Wesley Walker walked into a sports bar a few hours after the game where a bunch of Jets fans were crying in their beer. He autographed a bunch of bar napkins, and shook hands with everyone. Alex was half in the bag, and says, "Hi, Mr. Walker! I wasn't sure at first, but I had my eye on you! I . . . ooooops, oooooooooo . . . . ." Hahaha, best foot in mouth Jets story ever, Wesley Walker was really great about it, cracked up, and signed the back of Alex's Jets T-shirt with a sharpie.