This one is in for my father, as it is his birthday today. Out of respect, I am not going to tell you how old he is. But today is his birthday, and I know he reads our posts. This one is for you Dad.
Yesterday, I wrote about how we all fell in love with the New York Jets, for various reasons. This morning, I wanted to share with you how I fell for the New York Jets. I have shared this story before in different forums, but with some new readers now, and since it’s Dad’s birthday, I felt it a good time to share it again.
The year was 1985, and I had recently turned 8 years old. I guess that gives you my age, that’s OK. It was the first year I remember watching games, but I had not been to one as of yet. Well, the date was November 24th, and that all changed when Dad took me to that afternoon’s game against the New England Patriots.
I had no idea about the winds in Giants Stadium yet, so Dad made sure I bundled up and off we went. Dad also brought a thermos full of soup, as the rules for what you could bring into the stadium were a lot more lenient back then. Good thing, I remember that it was quite cold that afternoon.
I remember first coming through the tunnel to our seats, and being amazed at the size of it all. For an eight year old, that field seemed so big in person. The field was huge, and the players were so big! Way bigger than they appeared on television. I guess that is to be expected, but what did an eight year old know about that?
That was obviously my first experience with the J-E-T-S chant as well. At the time, one side of the stadium would do it, and the opposite side would do it back in response, which confused me. Dad explained that away, told me about the tradition, and all that. My Dad isn’t a loud guy, but with football, he gets loud. That really inspired the passion I have for this football team, when my Dad was loud. I knew that it was OK to get emotional about my team, you know?
On to my memories from the game.
The game was a close game. I’ve looked at the boxscore to confirm my memory, but I remember that the game went to overtime. How cool is that? My first football game of my life, and I got to see an extra session! Awesome. What made it even more awesome was Pat Leahy kicking a field goal in overtime to win it for the Jets. With that, my real passion for the New York Jets was born.
My favorite player, Ken O’Brien, threw for over 300 yards that day, connecting with other favorite Wesley Walker for an 88 yard touchdown pass. That however, I didn’t remember, I read in the boxscore. But I am sure a bomb like that was exciting to see live.
So that is how I fell in love with the New York Jets. It’s caused me a lot of heartache as we all know, but it has been a great ride. Thanks to my Dad, who ignited the passion. You could say that without him, I wouldn’t be the one editing this page for you guys today. Thanks Dad. Happy birthday!
So how did you guys get into the Jets? Stories below would be great…..
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