And poor Tim Tebow will probably be in church wondering what he did to deserve such a cruel fate this past season. Although, to be honest, I wouldn't complain too much if they paid me a few million dollars to stand around and watch someone else write this column.
The Jets coaches should definitely set aside some time to watch the game. They may learn a thing or two about how it should be played. Rex Ryan will never be confused with Vince Lombardi ... or even Weeb Ewbank.
Speaking of Weeb, thankfully I am old enough to remember the Jets' glory day back in 1969. If only they had perfected cloning back then. I would stack Joe Namath, Matt Snell, Emerson Boozer (greatest name ever!), Don Maynard and George Sauer up against the current crap — oops, Freudian typo? — I mean crop of players any Sunday.
Sorry about all the venting today. However, after enduring the season the Jets just put their fans through, I think I am entitled to a little payback.
On second thought, I will make a prediction on Super Bowl whatever-Roman-numerals-we-are-up-to-this-year — which, by the time this is printed, may have already been proved wrong: I don't think anyone can stop Florence Henderson, Robert Reed and the rest of the Brady Bunch this year.
Mike Marin is a cranky curmudgeon who, when he’s not yelling at kids to get off his lawn, likes to complain about the sad state of popular culture, especially as seen through a TV screen. His email address is email@example.com. This column is the personal opinion of the writer and does not necessarily reflect the views or opinion of The News-Sentinel.