Here's her more patrician ancestor, painted by the master Hans Holbein The Younger. Sober up our Gal Friday, stick her in period dress, and you can see it quite easily.
Ok, I just, I have to come back to this. "Well, I’m obviously not a good owner in terms of winning,” he said. If he wasn't a billionaire that got richer on the misery of Jets fans and opioid addicts (and opioid-addicted Jets fans), I might almost feel sorry for him here. “I think the players can relate to me in some ways, even though I don’t have their background. I have a certain amount of empathy, I think, that they can feel. I can’t be them. I don’t have their background. I didn’t grow up in their neighborhood. There’s no way I can completely understand what they went through and their life. But I think they know that I’m an understanding person. I’m willing to listen to anybody to tell me anything they want to tell me. I’m willing to listen to their ideas, too." Wait .. is personal relationships with pro athletes what Woody equates NFL ownership to? That's really his whole response, how the players relate to him (or don't). She asked him what makes him a good NFL owner, didn't she? This fucking dude is never going to allow football people to win games for this team.
I see it. I also see that 500 years ago there was the slightest of smirks. There are no smirks in Jetland.
It’s kinda like how people have to pay for friends in college with fraternities and sororities. Woody pays for friends by buying a football team
This sounds like a 90s sitcom plot. We just need to draft the right player to make friends with Woody and make him realize that he personally fucks the team upside down every other season.
New Yorker translation: "Not in my backyard, pal!" English Translation: "Good day, Sir! I SAID GOOD DAY!" Oh, wait, right, you are English . . . Fck all! Back on point, Woody Johnson is a buffoon. He's not even a loveable lummox . . . ewwww, gross.
