Favre and the Jets = Heart Attack City

Another week, another agonizing game to watch for Jets fans. In the context of a post ripping the Chiefs QB roster last week, I ended the musing with the following cautionary paragraph:

Meanwhile, the sickest irony in all of this? My Jets could very well lose to this team. Can you even imagine the heat from the NY media in Mangini were to drop one to Herm and this bunch following last week’s awful loss at Oakland? We just physically shivered at the thought.

Jets fans were minutes away from not having to imagine. How much fun would that have been? Instead, Gang Green escaped with another win and are 4-3 on the season heading into what is now a significant AFC East game against Buffalo. For all the unnecessary drama, all the inane picks, all the nonsensical play-calling, I really can’t complain one bit about where the Jets sit this season (except maybe for that terrible Oakland loss).

Why can’t I complain? Well, I was thinking yesterday about how Earth-shattering an event was achieving a first down for this team last year. While Favre’s tendency to chuck the ball up for grabs is highly-disturbing, the thought of Clemens under center and last year’s anemic Jets O is nausea-inducing.

Next week should reveal a whole lot about this team. A win over Buffalo on the road would be huge, with games looming against an improved Rams team followed by road games at New England and Tennessee (likely losses). We’re not banking on a victory in Orchard Park. Although we’re quite sure this team will manage to provide a few moments that lead to some irregular heartbeats…which we guess in better than barely having a pulse.

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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.

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