I have my neighbor's kid, Rocco, with me and my nephew, Joshua. My nephew caught a Jets T-shirt from a T-Shirt gun and Rocco goes, 'My friend from school's Dad is here and he texted me, he's walking over at HT." So I'm all that's nice, etc.,: and the guy shakes my hand and says, 'I know a former player and I'm in a luxury box. I'm gonna borrow Rocco for a 1/2 hour (gives him a security bracelet). " Josh says, "Can you get my T-Shirt signed?" Guess who's in there? Namath, Klecko, Wesley Walker. I'm freaking out. Kid comes back with John Abraham because by the time they got back there those guys were gone. Oh, well. Still fun and the Jets are winning. I was beginning to get the anxiety/impending doom combo feeling, but it's gone now. This team has talent, c-mon, let's go, I'm gonna be fckn 60 in 2 years.