Why we Love the NY Mets and Jets: The Beginning
My earliest memory of the Jets was watching the regular season finale in 1991 against the Dolphins. The winner of that game was going to make the playoffs. I remember watching the game at my Grandmother's house and watching in horror as Marino led the Dolphins on a scoring drive late in the 4th quarter to put them ahead. I was 10 years old at the time and started crying (should have been a hint right there) and my grandparents' drove me home.
For some reason when I got home, my parents were outside yelling that the Jets were coming back. I got in the house just in time to watch Raul Allegre kick a field goal to tie it at the end of regulation and then watched him kick another in OT to send the team to the playoffs. They wouldn't make the playoff again until 1998.
I'd like to really blame following these teams due to my family but we all make our own choices. I just happened to be pushed to a path on the dark side. Would I change it though? Absolutely not because rooting for these teams builds character, or so they say. It's been an absolute roller coaster with a lot more fear and screaming then joy so far. Stay tuned . . . .
