|Yes, the Jets did win the Super Bowl. I was three.|
We'll take it, don't get me wrong.
Since it is virtually impossible for me to watch a sporting event as an impartial observer, I am, for the forty-third consecutive year, forced to select a non-Jets team to root for. Generally, there is a system I use to help me decide.
First, I will not ever root for the Raiders, Rams, Dolphins, Bills, Patriots, Jaguars, Panthers, Ravens, Browns, Steelers, or any team with a completely candy-ass quarterback (other than the Jets, of course). The reasons here are varied, but I view those teams as "the bad guys."
I will often cheer for a team if they have a player who I respect, both for their athletic talent and their perceived off-the-field demeanor. Peyton Manning, Drew Brees, Aaron Rodgers, and Warrick Dunn are examples.
There are also players I will never root for, no matter who they play for such as Ndamukong Suh, Chad Ochocinco, Terrell Owens and Brett Favre (again, except when he was a Jet).
Okay, that's not exactly true. I'd root for the Patriots to win, but for Tom Brady to blow out both knees in the process.
|Vince Wilfork mistaking Jay Fiedler for a pizza.|
Making this year even more fun is the fact that the Giants are most assuredly going to win the game. Sure, it might be somewhat close, but the New England defense couldn't stop traffic if they had fourteen spike-strips and a bazooka. And while the Patriot offense is somewhat formidable, they're depending quite a bit on an over-sized buffoon named Rob Grinkoflabowski (or something like that) who will be limited due to a boo-boo on hims widdle ankle.
Giants 38, Patsies 31. Write it down.