I hope I just did not see the thread but #Brook #Cman #Petro or anyone = Did anyone post the 2019 version of Twas the night before Christmas and all thru Jetville ????????????? Cant believe I did not think of this MUCH sooner
Maybe Death by Jets finally moved on. He was doing those for years but maybe all the bullshit finally wore him out. Dunno what happened to the thread.
In case some of you guys have no clue what I am talking about read this as it was / is great Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Hackensack Only one creature was stirring, a GM named Macc. His resume was prepared in the office with care, For he knew that the Jets roster he created was bare. The Jets fans were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Nick Bosa danced in their heads. And Coach Bowles they knew the team would soon scrap, But it wasn’t quite clear who would be left to manage the cap. When outside the draft room there arose such a clatter, Macc sprang from his chair to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, Tore off his green tie, and his coffee it spilled with such a splash. The moon on the hood of his new range rover Gave him pause to think if all this would soon be over. When, what to his wondering eyes gave him the sweats, But a miniature sleigh and eight former Jets. With a little old driver, staring into the abyss, He knew in a moment it must be Woody’s bro Chris. More rapid than unblocked defenders, his players they came, and he screamed and shouted and called them by name: "Now Hackenberg! Now Mauldin! Now, Revis and Tru Johnson! On, Stewart! On, Devin Smith! On, Petty and Wilkerson! To the free agency signings! To the draft class that fall! Crash away! Crash away! They sucked one and all!" He looked at bad moves before him and let out a sigh, And tried to speak but instead began to cry. So he cleared his throat and tried to stop his doom, “I’ve got a top five pick and lots of cap room!” And then, he made his case to stay in the fold, “Remember I traded up to get Sam Darnold.” He then mentioned Adams, but still wasn’t done. “What about that trade for Henry Anderson?” Chris looked over at Macc, from his head to his toe, And then he walked over to explain the situation’s woe. These poor Jets fans have suffered enough, and you tenure as GM has been especially rough. His eyes how they teared up! Chris’ face, no longer merry. Macc could tell he was thinking about the God-awful secondary! Or maybe it was that porous, ineffective offensive line, and having no pass rush, it was truly asinine! The Chris glanced at Macc and gave him a look of shame, “I hate to say it, but you’re not the only one to blame. Woody saddled you with a coach that you didn’t pick And his in-game decisions have made me quite sick.” “And don’t get me started on that idiot Bates. He calls the wrong play for what the game dictates. And blaming a GM for penalties would be quite odd. That catastrophe falls squarely on Todd.” He spoke not a word, but gave a little smirk, Macc knew he’d get one more chance to make this work. He’ll get a new coach and all will be well, and he almost believed this lie himself he did tell. He returned to the draft room, and started to hum, And wondered if maybe he wasn’t that dumb. But he decided to try and not use reason, "Happy Christmas to me, I’ve survived another season!"
Not only does our head coach suck... We're stuck with him for the foreseeable future. We should be on suicide watch...
Hmmm, I didn't know one could be apathetic and also be in a state of despair. Kind of like not giving a shit how disconsolate one is? Or being passionately dispassionate? Or maybe wanting to choke out Woody Johnson over The New Dump? Yeah, that's it.