I am about to turn 64 years old, I was 12 when the Jets won the Super Bowl, I remember a couple of classmates paying me a quarter each when I bet them the Jets would win. After being aware and a fan since around 1964 I can for the first time saying I just don’t care anymore. I’m not bitching, shaking my head during a game, calling the coach a idiot, throwing a fit during a Rex Ryan post game press conference saying Mark gives us our best chance to win after losing 6-3 a couple of weeks in a row. I sit in front of my TV totally numb and not caring, all this while living around a ton of Giant Fans which has been a headache since 1986. Just no reason to care.