Entries in New York Jets (6)
And then there were four. If we learned anything from the Divisional Round, it's that defense still matters, as four of the NFL's best defensive squads showed up big and helped vault their teams one step closer to a spot in the Super Bowl.
Getting back to my earlier statement, just because these teams share the same area code as their more successful neighbors does not mean there is a united NY whenever the other is in a championship series. Ask any Met fan who their most hated team is, you will undoubtedly get “the F’n Yankees!” as an answer. Jet fans do not have quite the hatred towards Giants fans; they more or less are indifferent towards them, much like if it was the Seattle Seahawks. Met fans are clearly second class citizens in their own city and it has given them a bit of an inferiority complex.
Mr. Edmond's thoughts on his fanaticism compelled me to resurrect and revise this piece: October 1974. How had this happened? Who were these people, anyway? What were they really like? By the time I was old enough to learn the rules of football, I had already begun to form complicated ideas about my parents. I watched Mom drink a Manhattan, smoke her filterless Camel and complete the Times puzzle without so much as peek in the dictionary. I had already garnered a sense of her as a brilliant woman who was more than a little bored with her life. Dad would go to the Jets game, but it was actually she who explained the rules of football to me as we watched a game together on TV. She was more dynamic than my father but left to the stifling confines of her home and her children, she remained a little stuck.