flame away, assholes. A CERTAIN JADE OF GREEN It was September when we met. I wasn?t sure what to think. I may have been young and reckless. May have seen red flags whipping on goalposts. May have been warned by circles of friends who said I didn?t know what I was getting myself into. But you grew on me. Drew me in. Tractorbeamed me with fierce excitement. I started seeing you every day. I spent money on you. Time on you. And suddenly, I found myself loving you. I dropped down on one knee right in front of you. When you came over for dinner to meet my parents, they were wholeheartedly impressed. Attractive. Smart. Full of potential. These are things they said about you. I know, I said, I know. And I was proud. And I was happy. Like everyone else, we went through our gauntlet of problems. Sometimes I didn?t agree with the decisions you made. Sometimes I hurled profanities at you. Sometimes I gave you the silent treatment. But I was always there for you. Defending you when you were mocked. Rationalizing and justifying why I stayed with you when you hurt me over and over again. Even the times I pretended not to be there, I was there. Looking at you with binoculars, checking you out online. I was there. I stayed. I?m always staying, always staying, always fucking staying. This year was our fifteenth anniversary. Let?s put the past behind us, you said. I agreed. You promised. You said this would be a new you. And I believed you because I?m gullible. I?m weak. I?m hopeful. Do you remember that time I lost my voice for you? I drank gallons of hot tea, coated my throat with honey and lemon for a week straight, just so I could give you everything I had. It?s November 15th 2009, and you?ve built your shiny house of cards again. You?ve collapsed again. You?ve abandoned me. Again. It?s not even windy, but the red flags are convulsing. Today, I lost my voice again. There won't be a search-party though. I don't want to find it.
Let this season be a lesson. NEVER AGAIN believe the hype about the Jets until hey are hoisting the Lombardi trophy. Always be weary. Question all wins and believe the team deserves to lose when it does. Haven't the Jets heard of Pandora? When she opened the box hope was left inside. But there is no hope for the season nor next year's for that matter. My hope doesn't lay with Tannenbaum or Rex Ryan or Mark Sanchez. It lies within Mr Electric and the fruits a high draft pick may bring.
That worked out well with our #6th pick in 2008. Don't let a high draft pick make you think the future will be bright.
You're right...but don't believe a high pick will make the Jets a powerhouse I was one of the very few that wanted no part of VG. Most Jet Fans were on his bandwagon and were lured in by his crazy workout #s.
The jets could have drafted Mayo, Ryan, Flacco, or any of the other studs in hat draft and thy would turn out like Gholston or McFadden. The player has no hope of winning so why try? Oh and fuck you Rex Ryan. How many "must win" games are you going to lose? Stop with the media wars and watch film.
Yes, Gholston sucks, but let's not dwell on him. It'll be much easier to just release and forget him.
