I love the game of professional football. I probably love it more than many things in my life. I live and breathe football, especially the New York Jets.
There are times, however, when it becomes easy to forget why I love this game. When every 10 minutes a player is arrested for one thing or another, you think, “Why do I love this?” When your team’s locker room falls apart, it’s hard.
Then you listen to Curtis Martin speak, and it all makes sense. He opens his mouth, and you remember why you love this game. Because it gives us human beings like Curtis Martin.
For anyone who didn’t see his speech, I am going to do the best I can to recreate it the scene.
First of all, Fawcett Stadium was filled with green. Jet Nation was out, and it was out in full force. We were the largest crowd there, only rivaled by Steeler Nation.
The great Fireman Ed was there, and the section I was sitting in got Ed to lead us in the J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS chant early, and often. Jets fans young and old were pumped up, and for good reason.
Curtis Martin was taking his place, officially, amongst the game’s very best ever.