You would think that with a playoff spot on the line the stakes are high enough.
Not this week. Not when its combined with another "Jet Week".
Now the stakes got steep and piled high.
Then let's factor in that I live in Central Jersey, surrounded by Jet fans.
Every last one of them pushing the limits of obnoxious antics. Seeing how far they can go or need to go just to piss you off.
I had a funny, no uneasy is more like it, feeling that this last game of the year was going to come down to us having to beat those dreaded members of "Gang Green" to get into the playoffs.
And sure enough here we are.
The last game setting up a must win at all costs situation.
Most fans live for these weeks. Some even thrive in them.
I could, that is, as long as it wasn't you know who.
You see, up here in Jersey dealing with idiot Jet fans is one thing. Having intelligient conversations with knowledgeable Jet fans is another.
But having to deal with my best friend that I have had for my entire life is a completely different animal all together.
Chooch, that's his nickname, is a Rams fan, mainly.
I say mainly because he also roots for whomever we are playing and especially the Jets.
Oh boy, we have quite a history together.
Starting in the late 70's, when his college roommate's uncle worked the turn styles at Shea and let us in for $5 to coming down to visit me when I lived in West Palm during the 80's.
In that span we have been to 13 Miami Dolphin games together.
Guess what our record is when he attends?
Its not good. Its actually atrocious.
With Chooch in the seats we are 1-12. I kid you not.
That includes games at Shea, the Meadowlands, Foxboro, the Orange Bowl and Joe Robbie. 1-12.
Luckily, Chooch is not going to the game on Sunday. But unfortunately for me, he isn't headed for the moon either.
No, Chooch will be waiting. No, not waiting, more like lurking.
Like a cheetah waiting to pounce on his prey.
If we lose this game, I will get the call:
"What happened? I didn't see the game. So tell me, what happened?" Then a pregnant pause followed by a very loud venimous "J-E-T-S, Jets, Jets, Jets!! That's what happened!"
This game is not only important for getting into the playoffs, this game can make my entire off season a living hell!!!
God, if you are listening, please I beg you, for my own sanity, let us win this game.
Dolfan since 12/25/1971