Oh right, I have a New York Jets problem. Last weekend at my parents, we stopped at 7-11 for our traditional coffee break and someone (it may or may not have been me) bought a NY Jets hat, NY Jets keychain lanyard and NY Jets baby bib for the cats.
Okay, this was me. Woopsies. ♥ NY Jets. I give up being ashamed. While my cocky ass says “Hey, we’re going to the big game as winners this year,” my rational self knows we’ll blow it in a single quarter somewhere much earlier. But that doesn’t stop the pride, baby.