I didn't wear my lucky t-shirt. I got complacent, thinking we had this in the bag. Decided to skip doing laundry, and watch the pats lose instead. Sorry.
I personally took the blame for going to my gf's familys house for the AFC championship game last year and storming out at half-time at night to come back home after that pathethic 24-0 beating. Once I arrive at home, I see Sanchez is driving the ball and the Jets have scored 17 points. Never again, will I leave my home to see a Jets playoff game. Sorry.
I knew we the Jets were dead when I cracked my entire face on concrete Saturday @ the boat ramp..........sorry guys.
No, it's my fault. I washed my lucky Jets shirt. Normally I only wash it after a loss, but I washed it after last week's win for some reason.
All I know is I wrecked my modeling gig and the Jets game with my forehead, nose and lip all busted up.
Luck and superstition aside never would I let my fiancee's family see what I look like during a Jets playoff game.
I didn't wear my new Revis jersey for the first time this season, I was sitting at home in my running gear and couldn't be bothered to put it on. Too early to say if the jersey is lucky or not, but I feel responsible all the same.
I think next week, I'll try honey dill sauce on my chicken fingers instead of ketchup. Ketchup = reason why we lost. Unlike Schotty, I'm willing to make a gameplanning change.
I'm calling for a pre-game practice this Saturday so we can have a dress rehearsal and straighten this shit out
My in-laws get a big kick out of watching me, watch the Jets. It's amazing how having a little girl MAKES you be calmer, though. First game vs. Dallas, she's sleeping and the only time I legitimately yelled was the blocked punt for a TD. Second game, I yelled on the first TD, not even bad, and she looked at me and started crying. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen. She had no idea what was going on, so I had to calm down. Yesterday, I was at a party and didn't know half the people there, so I was pissed, it was obvious, but it was definitely muffled. I legitimately scared my wife's aunt and uncle during the regular season game at Pitt last year. I laughed and said, "I'm behaving myself for you guys." Then my wife looked at them and said, "he's right. This is nothing." I was loudly saying sack the fucking rapist at one point during the final drive though, lol.
