August 25, 2003

Let Me Tell You A Story

There was once a man. A quarterback. He played on a team full of nobodies in a nobody league that everyone thought would fold. He played his heart out every time, and the people loved him, even though they hardly won.

And then one year, everyone thought it was over. "He's too old" the people said. "He has nobody to throw the ball to". There was a new hotshot quarterback in town that everyone loved, and people said his career was over. So what did he do? He took the entire team on his shoulders, and he won. He picked up his team and carried them on his back, on two bad knees, into the playoffs. And when he got there he won some more.

Then it came time for the big game. Nobody gave the quarterback a snowball's chance in hell of winning the game. After all, he was playing against the greatest quarterback of all time. So the day before the game, the quarterback had enough of that. He came out and guarenteed victory. And the next day, Broadway Joe Namath led the Jets to victory over Johnny Unitas and the Colts in Super Bowl 3.

There was once a man. A quarterback. He played on a team full of nobodies in a league full of shining stars. He stood tall through all his 3 and 13 seasons, and in the twilight of his career, made a few runs at the big prize. But it wasn't to be; he choked in the big game. Bruised, battered, and over the hill, he fell into the backup roll when the new hotshot kid came to town. With the same dignity and class that carried him through all those losing seasons, he accepted his role as backup, and chose to help the future of his team.

And then one day it happened. The kid went down, and he went down hard. The fans cried and wrote the season off, what could they do without their new star? Nobody believed in the old man anymore. Except the old man himself. He took the team on his shoulders, and at an age where everyone said he should hang it up; should've retired long ago, he took them to a whole new level of greatness. He carried them through the regular season, into the playoffs. He walked into the lion's den, where his team had met defeat so many years before, and scored a victory over the Oakland Raiders. Then he went to the Superbowl, and against the very team who took down that hotshot kid, Vinnie Testaverde led the Jets to glory. And that's the story of how the Jets beat the Giants in Superbowl XXXVIII.

It could happen.

Posted by John at August 25, 2003 11:08 AM | TrackBack
Comments

hahaha lol..it took less than 12 hours for you to go from "oh no, we will be 0-16" to "superbowl champs baby!!"

typical Jet fan..psychotic til the end!

Posted by: jim at August 25, 2003 11:35 AM

you're out of your fucking mind.

Posted by: Glenn at August 25, 2003 11:37 AM

Get no-doz, you're dreaming.

Posted by: Ted at August 25, 2003 11:43 AM

First of all, everyone knows the jets are going 4-12 this year. But it could happen.

Posted by: Collins at August 25, 2003 11:51 AM

Dude, if the Bucs weren't in their way, I'd be solidly rooting for that to happen. I LOVE Testeverde and would give up anything but a Bucs repeat for it to happen.

Posted by: a different Bill at August 25, 2003 01:48 PM

ok, 4-12 might be a little too pessimistic, Vinnie still has the motor skills to hand the ball to C.Martin. Prolly 7-9 ish!

Posted by: jim at August 25, 2003 05:22 PM

As a die-hard Capitals fan, I feel much the same way at the start of every hockey season. Soon (like, about game 9) I get smacked UPSIDE the head with The Clue-Bat of Clarity, and realize, yet again, the Caps will be on the putting green in July.

Dude, it ain't a-gonna happen.

Posted by: victor at August 26, 2003 08:23 AM

There's gonna be lots of insults happening this year. HaHa!

Posted by: Kin at August 28, 2003 04:15 AM

One problem. How do you lead a team to the superbowl by throwing interceptions?

Posted by: annie at August 28, 2003 12:52 PM

vinnie interseptaverde aint no Johnny U, they're sunk.

Posted by: bob at October 1, 2003 04:34 PM
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