Here we are Jets fans, 2012 on the cusp of another Presidential election. The last season the Jets won the SB Richard M. Nixon was running for President against Hubert H. Humphrey. The country was at war, ditto. The country was in recession, ditto, the country was having a health, housing and poverty crisis, ditto. The streets were burning with anger, okay, not so much, but you get the basic point. We may have become to fat, lazy and bored to hit the streets, but you can't deny that the stars are aligning. You can almost smell the tires burning, the horns blaring, see the girls running in fear as Jets fans celebrate the end of their exodus. Yes like Mosses leading the Jews out of the dessert, Tim Tebow is about to lead the Jets from their 44 year diaspora from Championship football. Tebow has returned from the Mount. The 10 commandments have been handed down. Though shalt not doubt Tanny, Though shalt not doubt Rex, Sanchez will become Eli Manning in year 4, Ground and pound, bend but don’t break (add tired cliché) etc., etc., etc… This team has a great Defense in spite of slow, mediocre linebackers and suspect safety coverage. The O is now lead by a 25 year old man who will set his feet and stand tall, will deliver the ball on time into tight spaces to great route running WR’s with speed, size and incredible skill. Shone Greene while never lifting his head up will still barrel through giant holes created by awesome offensive lineman. Joe McKnight while unwrapping gifts from USC alumni will still take swing passes to the house. This is the year it all comes together, the D dominates, the O is balanced, special teams are competent and if all else fail, we unleash Tebow, god and the Holy Ghost. It’s going to take more than Tom Brady to beat the NY Jets this year, it’s going to take Tom Brady and an exorcist to beat the NY Jets this year. I haven’t been this excited for a NY Jets Football season since the first time I saw Joe release the ball to back in 1965. I haven’t been this confident that the NY Jets were going to win an NFL Championship since Weeb was the head coach. Granted I was a young boy with the kind innocent optimism that hadn’t been crushed by 40 plus years of failure but why go negative when we are on the cusp of ending the drought, drinking the sweet wine from the VLT as we bow our heads and say amen. God rested on the 7th day and in 2012 God is going to sit down on his couch, pour an ice cold one and watch his prodigal son run roughshod over the Buffalo Bills in what is sure to be a SB run for the ages. It’s time to believe again.
I was thinking this since March (not because of Tebow) This season just feels different. It feels like the Jets are going to go somewhere and prove all the haters and critics wrong.
Couldn't have said it better myself. If Sanchez is a top tier quarterback, and I think he is, we have so much going for us it's almost unfair. Sure I'd like to see a little more balanced weapons on offense. Sure I'd like to see Thomas/Pace/Scott rotated out for dynamic pass disrupting playmakers. But that is why Demario and Maybin are developing. That's what the draft is for next year. This team is poised to become a dynasty type. Last year I optimistically ignored Schotty and depth and got soul crushed by Wayne Hunter based on Sanchez's playoff resume. This year there isn't anything left to ignore besides the usual injury worries and players performing to expectations. Here we go!
You're a real dick you know. We get it you are the biggest pessimist on this board. You don't have to insult someone for posting something positive and making a type of post that he has done in years past too.
If everything falls right the Jets can win a Super Bowl without Sanchez ever coming near the top 5. That's the Jim Plunkett - Raiders scenario with a strong stifling defense and a gambling game manager at QB who can step out of his assigned role and go for broke when things get tight at the end. That's kind of how I've seen Sanchez since early 2010. I just didn't forsee the talent around him on offense declining so much. The gambler can't do much when he is low on funds.
