My Mom, Dad and Favorite Uncle are huge Jet's fans. I kinda feel bad for my Mom most of all, because at least my Dad and my favorite Uncle have been Jet's fans since 1965, and have experienced the great feeling of seeing their favorite team win the Super Bowl. My Mom didn't get into football until 1972, and became a huge Jet's fan because of Joe Namath (I guess she had a crush on him). Now that my Mom is 72, I kinda feel bad that she may never have that feeling of having her team win it all. She is an amazing Mom, in that she roots for the Patriots in every game (except when they play the Jets), because she knows the Pats winning makes me happy. What a sacrifice, to root for her son's favorite team, even though they are HER team's mortal enemy. She even roots for them in the Super Bowl. Now that's a great Mom. I kinda feel bad, because I could never do what she does, it's just in my blood as a Patriot's fan to root against the Jets, even though I wanna see her happy just once. Now my Dad, he has no problem showing his hatred for the Patriots (especially Belichick), so I don't feel as bad for him, My Uncle, he's pretty classy, but will throw in his little digs against the Pats. It's a weird predicament to be in. Any of you guys or gals have loved ones who root for the enemies ?