This reminds me of a story one of my uncles used to tell me when I was a kid:
When he was in middle school, the high school kids used to come down their school and beat them up every day. So one day, they pleaded to one of the high school kids that they've gotten their a$$es kicked enough and they couldn't take it anymore. The high school kid then told my uncle and his friends that all they had to do was make it through middle school and high school would be different. So when they finally made it to high school, the high school kid they pleaded to was the first to meet them outside in the parking lot the first day of school. He said, "congrats guys, you've made it, now we don't have to wait until the end of the day and go to your school to kick your @$$es, we can do it all day long now that you're in high school with us."
Moral of the story: Jets fans are my uncle and his friends, and the high school kids represent reality.