As the first post to this blog I thought the best place to begin would be to discuss what it means to be a New York Jets fan. While it may be simple to define what exactly a ‘fan’ is, we Jets fans have a far more complicated relationship with our team then the word allows. Dramatic irony be damned, hope springs eternal on Woody Johnson’s brow. Having seen failure at every turn we give in to our anger, at once comforted by the hope of the preseason but confident enough in our knowledge of history to be assured of a good draft pick come spring. The struggle is masochistic; a perversion, but a pleasure nonetheless.
The nature of our relationship to the Jets is paradigmatically different then New Yorkers have with their other sports teams. There is a requisite level of expectation that comes along with rooting for a team in this city. The Yankees success is well recorded, the Giants are one of the flagship organizations of the NFL and the Knickerbockers and Rangers have had their days in the sun. Even the New York Metropolitans have tasted the sweet nectar of victory. Our pride is built off an entirely different foundation.
