Given that all pre-server apocalypse posts are gone, I have decided to repost my ?centennial? posts. Since I wrote them all originally in Word, with the exception of a few edits, I should be able to repost them in their original form. I guess if I have a tgg.com identity, it is pretty much defined by these posts. So, for that reason, I?ll get them back on the system. I?ll space them out a little so there isn?t a DbJ spam-a-thon on the front page. Originally Posted Dec 28, 2005 Hello TGG.com posters. Well, the posts have been building and I am up to post 400. As some of you have come to know, I try to post something ambitious every 100 posts. Last week I posted my version of ??Twas the Night Before Christmas? (note ? I?ll wait ?til next X-Mas to repost that) and people seemed to like it. While writing that, I got the idea to do a song parody/Jet fan theme song and I came up with the below. It is set to the Don McLean classic ?American Pie?. This one was kinda difficult to write, because the cadence of the original is hard to match with different words. So, submitted for your approval, I give you: ?My Jet Fan High? A long, long time ago... I can still remember How that ballclub used to make me smile. And I knew if Herm took a chance That we could make it to the Big Dance And, maybe, we?d be happy for a while. But January made me shiver With every kick Doug Brien didn?t deliver. Bad news on the big screen; I didn?t even give a scream. I can?t remember if I cried When I watch that last kick sail too wide, But something crushed me deep inside The day the season died. So bye-bye, to my Jet fan high. Smashed my remote as I emote, And let the swears fly. I feel like I could drink some arsenic and lye Singin?, "this?ll be the Sunday I die. "this?ll be the Sunday I die." Did you have a team you love, And do you have faith in Weeb above, If the old-timers tell you so? Do you believe we won it all, And that this franchise once stood tall, And can you tell me all you know? Well, I know that we?re in love with them `cause we watch despite all the mayhem. We all kicked down some brews. Cause it?s the only way to kill the blues. I am a miserable middle-aged dumb-ass schmuck Whose heart is always run-over by a big green truck, And I have never even heard of luck The day the season died. I started singin?, ?bye-bye, to my Jet fan high.? Smashed my remote as I emote, And let the swears fly. I feel like I could drink some arsenic and lye Singin?, "this?ll be the Sunday I die. "this?ll be the Sunday I die." Now for thirty-six years we could only dream And Moss grows phat on another team, But that?s not how it used to be. When Broadway threw to win the game, In pantyhose, we loved him just the same And an arm that earned him a Super Bowl trophy, Oh, and while the king was looking down, Two bad knees stole his chance at a second crown. His legend is truly earned; But the magic never returned. And while the Sack Exchange led the attack, Richard Todd almost got us back, But AJ and mud gave a fade-to-black The day the season died. We were singing, ?bye-bye, to my Jet fan high.? Smashed my remote as I emote, And let the swears fly. I feel like I could drink some arsenic and lye Singin?, "this?ll be the Sunday I die. "this?ll be the Sunday I die." Kotite, what a fright, but the Tuna came to set it right. The turnaround was an amazing sight, Winning games and rising fast At the Meadowlands they added grass. Leon Johnson tried for a forward pass, And same-old-Jets came back from the past. Now the ninety-eight team brought a collective roar As we finished the season twelve and four. We all got up for the dance, Oh, but we never got the chance! As Curtis and KJ tried to take the field; The Broncos D refused to yield. Do you recall how Vinny was revealed The day the season died? We started singing, ?bye-bye, to my Jet fan high.? Smashed my remote as I emote, And let the swears fly. I feel like I could drink some arsenic and lye Singin?, "this?ll be the Sunday I die. "this?ll be the Sunday I die." Oh, here we all are in a strange new place With a head coach who is lost in space With no time left on the clock again. So come on: Herm be nimble, Herm be quick! Herm probably has a story about a candlestick Cause BS is the Hermster?s only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the screen My hands were clenched and I gave a scream. No coordinator who gives ?em hell Could break old Herman?s spell. And as the scores climbed high into the night I knew that something wasn?t right, I heard Herman saying ?we?ll be alright? The day the season died He was singing, ?bye-bye, to my Jet fan high.? Smashed my remote as I emote, And let the swears fly. I feel like I could drink some arsenic and lye Singin?, "this?ll be the Sunday I die. "this?ll be the Sunday I die." We started a QB who gave us hope Was he the savior?.sorry?.again nope, He tore his shoulder and then turned away. I went down to theganggreen.com board I searched for answers, but my faith wasn?t restored, And the men there said it was tough to watch them play. And in the threads: the darksiders screamed, The faithful cried, and the sunshiners dreamed. A million words were spoken; All of our hearts were broken. And the three things I abhor the most: The Fake Spike, the shovel pass and the SOJ ghost, They all have made our beloved team toast The day the season died. And they were singing, ?bye-bye, to my Jet fan high.? Smashed my remote as I emote, And let the swears fly. I feel like I could drink some arsenic and lye Singin?, "this?ll be the Sunday I die. "this?ll be the Sunday I die." They were singing, ?bye-bye, to my Jet fan high.? Smashed my remote as I emote, And let the swears fly. I feel like I could drink some arsenic and lye Singin?, "this?ll be the Sunday I die. "this?ll be the Sunday I die."
