The Jets kind of lost some their working class slob/junkyard dog patina when they left Shea and went into a rental at The Old Dump, but not all the way. Klecko, Lyons, Harper, the lunch pail types, the grit was still there, but crap luck and the stars never quite aligned. I still contend that 1981 was our best shot. Before, during, and after Rex Ryan, it was fun in peaks and valleys - Pennington more than Testaverde because of the promise prior to his shoulder getting blown out - but mostly valleys. Now it's just Death Valley. Even Fat Parcells, who gave me nothing, couldn't deliver. I can't put into words how much less I actually care than I used to, which is something I never thought would happen. Some of that has to do with The POS Palace and that goes for everything leading up to and after the advent of that shithole. I still care, don't get me wrong; but not at the same visceral level, where my mood would be ruined until Wednesday with a loss, and my week would be made with a win. That departed completely after The Chimp imploded back to being nothing but a circus monkey. No more Battle for the Planet of the Apes for you, jeto. Then Sam Darnold came along, and it was like somebody grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me back to life. Then I collapsed upon myself again for the same reason because Jets. Then came The Flake Turd Albatross Era, and with that, blessed catatonia. "What day is it? Oh, right, Sunday." Anyway, 'culture', I don't really know what culture is really supposed to mean these days except that winning is a domino effect that hasn't happened. Victor Frankenstein needs to strap me on that lab table and jolt me back to life again so I can go back to screaming, "Go Jets!", like I used to. The problem is, Woody Johnson think he's smarter than a mad scientist and will always get in the way. Sigh. Edit: A word.
I gave up my season tickets twenty years before Woody arrived. And I have never bought a piece of merchandise from the Jets. Beer, maybe.
Pays for telly bill with pounds sterling on a loser franchise as Woody trousers the cash, now isn't that the English tea ketlle calling the American coffee pot stupid. I don't know, it sounded good.
You are correct, but it isn't as much as the cost he rips you off with for a season ticket. plus I use a dodgy firestick so it is essentially free
The point is, somebody is paying, hence the rise in the franchise value, and in all that time, bar a couple of seasons, we have been garbage.
The value goes up because the league is a cash printing machine, and the acceptance of gambling has stoked that fire big time…the main revenues are shared. Some are unshared, but most of it is shared. I am ok with the system overall…I like that it promotes parity and then you just need to be smart about who you hire and who you spend your money on, which clearly Woody is the exact opposite of smart on all of that. I guess another way to look at it would be to say that in a system that is so set up to promote parity between the revenue sharing and the draft and the salary cap, you have to be SOME kind of stupid to be THIS bad for THIS long. You are literally going AGAINST the system, which is set up to help the bad teams. It’s kind of nuts. You don’t get THIS bad just by chance. These consistent bottom feeder teams like us, the Browns, the Cardinals, the Raiders…it’s because the owners have no clue.
The real money is coming from sponsors, media contracts (revenue sharing) and gamblers (legal sports betting conflict of interest). I don't think the merchandise, concessions and tickets even come close to those three things.
I don't think I bought anything from concessions in my entire life, and that includes Shea Stadium. The fake chocolate flavored water parading as hot cocoa at Shea was my cousin's deal. ☠️ My Daddy used to make me sneak in two Pabst Blue Ribbons in his binocular case. The cans were a perfect fit. Never got pinched. Oh, wait, WAIT!, it was ONCE. I bought a bottle of water at The Old Dump ONCE. The water fountains weren't working and I had to take an aspirin, $3.50, fck you. THEN we found out that they were turning off the system every couple of home games on purpose so you HAD to buy water. Plausible deniabilty, of course. A few wheelchair bound folks went ballistic so it stopped. The Jets feigned ignorance. The NY/NJ Sporting Authority. Whoever the fck. That story just made me angry all over again 30 years later, haha.
The Artful Dodger. BTW, I see that I spelled kettle wrong in the same sentence as stupid. I'm leaving it, haha.
