This Jets fan’s reaction to the news of the Tebow signing, directed at loved ones and overheard by countless neighbors, reflects the the general sentiment felt by anybody who wants to both (1) root for the Jets, (2) not hate the Jets with a passion found only in the darkest corners of the heart. This particular fan is finding such a task incredibly difficult, if not impossible.
The fan, who has chosen to remain nameless until “the Jets win the pennant,” was oceans away at the time of the signing, mercifully spared from the shit-media storm that characterized the acquisition of Tim Tebow. While most Jet fans became forced spectators to a week-long nauseating migraine, this fan has received the shock all at once, leaving him without explanation, without hope.
“I thought we just re-committed to Sanchez.”
“I thought we already signed a backup quarterback.”
“I thought we wanted to dial back the drama and put together a coherent gameplan.
“All the other fans make fun of me. I just want to be normal.”
For Jet fans, “fuck” is right. The best (the worst) is yet to come.
Or maybe it will all work out.