Politics, Faith and prognostication from a dark sider who has seen the light
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 to 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 donít break (add tired clichť) 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 WRís 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. Itís going to take more than Tom Brady to beat the NY Jets this year, itís going to take Tom Brady and an exorcist to beat the NY Jets this year.
I havenít been this excited for a NY Jets Football season since the first time I saw Joe release the ball to back in 1965. I havenít 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 hadnít 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.
Itís time to believe again.