After Monday’s complete beat down it just seems cruel to gloat. Why add insult to injury when so much damage has already been done? So I won’t. I won’t stoop to behaving like a crass sports fan and slooowly rubbing an agonizing defeat in the face of an opposing fan. It’s just unseemly to talk endlessly about Tom Brady’s four touchdown passes and zero interceptions; his nearly perfect passer rating and the fact that so many players, including Jets castoffs, seem to be coming out of nowhere to make big plays. Yes, it’s just unseemly to revel in the luck of it all. And it seems unfit to the comportment of a sporting gentleman to crow loudly about the score line (45 to 3!) and gaze wistfully at the trophy cabinet with the real hope that our team could add to it once again. And it’s downright uncouth to point out the bizarrely poor performance of the Jets defense, who got scored on at will, and the inexplicable inability of the Jets offense to manage any more than a measly field goal. Yes, yes, very uncouth indeed.
So no, no, no. I won’t do these things. In the name of friendship and brotherhood and joy we all take in this game we call football as fans I can be the bigger man.
Best, B Cap