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Turning back to the subject of the JEST Rescue Project, let's have a look at the JEST Hunt for the Franchise QB:
* Chad Pennington "would have been good" but he got banged up and sucked. However you did not figure that out for 7 years. I guess it was cumulative?
* Selected in the second round in the 2006 draft by your New York JEST: Kellen Clemens. I was shocked to see that he still has a job in the NFL, holding the clipboard for Rivers in San Diego. He's always holding a clipboard somewhere. Good for him! You can make a small fortune holding a clipboard in this league. Not quite the next big thing you were hoping for though, was he?
* Interim Brett Favre, using your city as a stepping stone to get back at his old team via the Vikings.
* 2009 - the Sanchize era begins! Mark Sanchez (peace be upon him) is drafted, Sanchez (pbuh) doesn't utterly suck for a couple of years, the JEST approach relevance. Then they break him.
* 2013 - Never mind the bollocks, here's GeNO Smith! Drafted 39th overall. Career QB rating in the 60s.
Now the goal is to trash Idzik and Sexy Rexy Ryan, and load up with a can't-miss, blue-chip QB of the future, you know, because the Packers and the Colts could do it.
But the JEST have no history of success in getting pro recognition and production out of a college standout.
This is why I bring up the Pats comparison -- well that, and the fact that you've managed to stumble into one area of the site devoted to trashing your beloved/behated franchise (and I'm talking about JEST fans' reactions alone, not ours.)
Mallett, Cassel, Hoyer... this franchise gets them to the level, and in the mindset, that they can win games combined with whatever other spare parts are lying around.
Not so in NY.
We start the season taking a deep breath, aware that any game, any season, can be where it all turns, and not in a good way.
Not you guys. You start the season being "shoe ins" for the superbowl -- despite an utter lack of evidence to that effect.
Now you're deep into "we'll get em next draft." I mean, not even next year. We're worried about home field advantage, you're worried about "your" Super Bowl, the possibility that you might beat the Pats once in the regular season to split the series.
We honestly do enjoy discussing the many ways that the JEST suck here, and the variegated and innovative new ways you find to suck in any given season. I half-expect the Ancient Aliens guys to do a show on how the JEST are thrust upon us by extraterrestrials as an otherworldly experiment in suckage, because no human civilization -- even in New York -- could organically result in this level of fail.
(The last paragraph is funnier if you imagine this guy saying it)
Come to think of it...
J-E-S-T JEST JEST JEST!!!
Let me spell this out again, Jetsfan. Your team is, as BritPat says, a ****stain of a franchise, top to bottom. But it's greater than that. It's a decades-long epic journey of fail you've chosen to embark upon. You might live, breathe, function, and anticipate every football season for months every year. You might hold on every year until your mathematical elimination. Your moments of greatest triumph are destined to be, for the remainder of your natural life, new places, times, and ways to lose. Thus it shall always be.
Save yourself, Jetsfan, while there's still time. The JEST franchise is simply a blunderstorm, a supercel of suckage, or in terms of current weather terminology, a perpetual Polar PoorRex.
I am only attempting to get across to you the futility of hope in your franchise to preserve you from the agony that is the lot of every fan of your aberration of a "team." The JEST have turned full-blooded Irishmen - and not northern Irishmen, I might add - disgusted by the color green. Think about that.
Better yet, think of the embarrassment and the rage that has been your lot to date. I won't be so facile as to hang this solely on the butt-fumble, emblematic as that moment was of JEST humiliation.
I mean every time you've watched a game slip past "competitive," then past "possibly winnable," then into the territory of "blowout," every time you've found yourself hoping for the commercial break, needing the mental break from the horror, and hoping that such a break will help your boys in green to "bounce back," secretly knowing that they're just hoping to "bounce back" to get closer to the vegas spread, and have no chance of winning the game.
You really want more of that?
Please, for your own sake, get help... adopt a team. Any team. Learn the players, and their tailgating customs, whatever... little by little try to go somewhere else, anywhere.
A fan is a terrible thing to waste... and you and I both know that the JEST are a waste of their fans' time and attention.
* Chad Pennington "would have been good" but he got banged up and sucked. However you did not figure that out for 7 years. I guess it was cumulative?
* Selected in the second round in the 2006 draft by your New York JEST: Kellen Clemens. I was shocked to see that he still has a job in the NFL, holding the clipboard for Rivers in San Diego. He's always holding a clipboard somewhere. Good for him! You can make a small fortune holding a clipboard in this league. Not quite the next big thing you were hoping for though, was he?
* Interim Brett Favre, using your city as a stepping stone to get back at his old team via the Vikings.
* 2009 - the Sanchize era begins! Mark Sanchez (peace be upon him) is drafted, Sanchez (pbuh) doesn't utterly suck for a couple of years, the JEST approach relevance. Then they break him.
* 2013 - Never mind the bollocks, here's GeNO Smith! Drafted 39th overall. Career QB rating in the 60s.
Now the goal is to trash Idzik and Sexy Rexy Ryan, and load up with a can't-miss, blue-chip QB of the future, you know, because the Packers and the Colts could do it.
But the JEST have no history of success in getting pro recognition and production out of a college standout.
This is why I bring up the Pats comparison -- well that, and the fact that you've managed to stumble into one area of the site devoted to trashing your beloved/behated franchise (and I'm talking about JEST fans' reactions alone, not ours.)
Mallett, Cassel, Hoyer... this franchise gets them to the level, and in the mindset, that they can win games combined with whatever other spare parts are lying around.
Not so in NY.
We start the season taking a deep breath, aware that any game, any season, can be where it all turns, and not in a good way.
Not you guys. You start the season being "shoe ins" for the superbowl -- despite an utter lack of evidence to that effect.
Now you're deep into "we'll get em next draft." I mean, not even next year. We're worried about home field advantage, you're worried about "your" Super Bowl, the possibility that you might beat the Pats once in the regular season to split the series.
We honestly do enjoy discussing the many ways that the JEST suck here, and the variegated and innovative new ways you find to suck in any given season. I half-expect the Ancient Aliens guys to do a show on how the JEST are thrust upon us by extraterrestrials as an otherworldly experiment in suckage, because no human civilization -- even in New York -- could organically result in this level of fail.
(The last paragraph is funnier if you imagine this guy saying it)
Come to think of it...
J-E-S-T JEST JEST JEST!!!
Let me spell this out again, Jetsfan. Your team is, as BritPat says, a ****stain of a franchise, top to bottom. But it's greater than that. It's a decades-long epic journey of fail you've chosen to embark upon. You might live, breathe, function, and anticipate every football season for months every year. You might hold on every year until your mathematical elimination. Your moments of greatest triumph are destined to be, for the remainder of your natural life, new places, times, and ways to lose. Thus it shall always be.
Save yourself, Jetsfan, while there's still time. The JEST franchise is simply a blunderstorm, a supercel of suckage, or in terms of current weather terminology, a perpetual Polar PoorRex.
I am only attempting to get across to you the futility of hope in your franchise to preserve you from the agony that is the lot of every fan of your aberration of a "team." The JEST have turned full-blooded Irishmen - and not northern Irishmen, I might add - disgusted by the color green. Think about that.
Better yet, think of the embarrassment and the rage that has been your lot to date. I won't be so facile as to hang this solely on the butt-fumble, emblematic as that moment was of JEST humiliation.
I mean every time you've watched a game slip past "competitive," then past "possibly winnable," then into the territory of "blowout," every time you've found yourself hoping for the commercial break, needing the mental break from the horror, and hoping that such a break will help your boys in green to "bounce back," secretly knowing that they're just hoping to "bounce back" to get closer to the vegas spread, and have no chance of winning the game.
You really want more of that?
Please, for your own sake, get help... adopt a team. Any team. Learn the players, and their tailgating customs, whatever... little by little try to go somewhere else, anywhere.
A fan is a terrible thing to waste... and you and I both know that the JEST are a waste of their fans' time and attention.
