Okay, I will admit it to the world at large—I am a New York Jets fan.
Lifelong, obsessive, rabid, anxious, defeated, hopeful, resigned. It’s a long, long journey to follow my boys in green. After last week’s nail-biter (and it was only the first game of the season), having taken calls throughout from my father, texted with my middle sis in N.H. and exchanging texts with my eldest sis who was at the opening game with her teenage son (my family has had season tickets for 4 decades), we have all decided that being a Jet fan—with the stress it imposes on our bodies every 7 days—is taking years, if not decades, off of our lives. Go Green!
