The truth is, if a New York City team isn’t on the scent of some championship, we don’t give a damn. The truth is, we share The New Yorker magazine’s template view of Earth — New York, New Jersey, then China.
How do we even put postmortems on this flat-lined franchise? Is it off with Rex Ryan’s vocational head? Or do we blame the GM who didn’t see fit to spend $20 million in cap space?
The Dallas Cowboys, at 6-1, once again look like America’s Team. Will they continue their run, and do they deserve the title?
As our two NFL teams tank, we are approaching the oblivion of winter. That means no baseball, some channel-skipping football and basketball. Which brings us to the sequel to Fan Guy: the Carmelo Anthony Apologist.
The Giants need to split their next four games or they will split on the season. That’s not up for debate. Not even the Giants can rebound from the depths this year.
The Jets don’t cast out talent lightly. They hurl it with great abandon. Harvin is quite talented. But it appears he’s even more tormented. And that’s probably the part the Jets find more appealing, no matter how appalling.
I talked to an ardent Jets follower this morning. He said his father recently apologized for handing him a Gang Green program in 1984. Even the best dads make mistakes.
Baseball is trying to be pure again. And when you consider the final four teams in the MLB postseason, they did a good job. The Giants, Cardinals, Orioles and Royals aren’t considered members of the monetary aristocracy, at least not at the level of the Yankees, Red Sox, and Dodgers.
After the way their team was vaporized by the Eagles, Big Blue devotees are back to the September song of death. Just 60 minutes turned the tune from elitism to defeatism.
Fan Guy and I have arrived at a detente — assuming he knows what that is. I have abandoned my crusade to show him his more heinous impulses, to direct his ire at the Jets rather than those of us who tell him how gangrenous Gang Green really is.
There seem to be two types of Jets fans. The long-suffering fan who toils in tired desperation, the Joe & Evan, “Oh, the pain!” gang. They plod down the decades in quiet resignation. The there is Fan Guy, the disgrace that calls Twitter home.
Jason discusses Tom Brady, Bill Belichick, and the Patriots not being done yet.
The Jets are appalling. The Jets are lost. The Jets are losers.
You refused to listen two weeks ago. But we’ll say it again. The Giants are legit. They didn’t panic at 0-2, and now they are 3-2.
Only in the NBA and NYC would a one-dimensional player on a perennial loser assert his place atop the totem pole of basketball stardom.