Given that all pre-server apocalypse posts are gone, I have decided to repost my ?centennial? posts (this is the last one). 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 (no need to reply.....I just want them back on the server before I get to post 1,000....crap, I had better get to work on post 1,000.....I am almost there). I?ll space them out a little so there isn?t a DbJ spam-a-thon on the front page. Originally Posted Jan 18, 2006 Hey guys?.post 900 here. I decided to do another song. This one goes deep into the vault. It is sung to Janis Ian?s ?At Seventeen?. The original is a folksy, self-hating song?.very Jets. Howard Stern did a classic parody with Janis Ian to this song several years ago about Jerry Seinfeld and his future wife Shoshana Lonstein. I?m sure you can find the original online somewhere if you are not familiar with the tune. So while I nervously try to come up with an idea for post 1000, enjoy the following: DbJ At Seventeen I learned the truth at seventeen That titles were meant for other teams And their fans with great big smiles Who didn?t have to face our trials The Super Bowls I never knew The Sunday games that crushed my youth Were won by teams more dutiful At seventeen I learned the truth And those of us with anguished faces Watching them fall short in playoff races Depressingly I remained at home Watching Todd fade back, I groan The picks never seemed to dissuade me But I murmured vague obscenities We always stink it seems At seventeen This dumb-ass fan has gained some weight This year DeathByJets will be thirty-eight I scream: ?My loyalty will never swerve? My God, I surely get what I deserve I watched as Herm put on his show He talked real fast, but called plays slow His team was built on loyalty It was a haven for the elderly Remember those who won the game Did they have to endure such shame? Assurances of quality And dubious integrity The front office eyes will gape at you In dull surprise when frustration comes through For the pain we have received At thirty-eight To those of us who know the pain Of franchise players that never came And those whose names the commish called Lagerman, Haight, and Vick, I was appalled Will there ever come a day When things are better than today And we?ll hear another?s guarantee For hopeless Jet fans just like me We all watch the game and when we dare To believe our hearts they will repair Inventing dreams when we will reign Fans of other teams they will complain They?ll scream and shout, ?oh woe is me? And murmur vague obscenities At Jet fans like me At one-hundred-and-three???
