This is the first of a two-part series.
As a Jets fan, you can't help but cringe when the Jets open December with two straight losses.
Many a season has met its demise with such a December start.
After last year, though, there's a glimmer of hope despite the recent ineptitude.
Tomorrow I'll justify that hope.
Today we'll wallow in some familiar misery.
I am furious. And I don't know if I'm furious at myself for falling into this trap again of believing this could be the year for the Jets, or if I'm furious at them for failing so miserably when it counts.
The on-the-field stuff is bad enough. The terrible play-calling. The dropped touchdown passes. (I hate myself for praising Santonio Holmes' touchdown celebration on Sunday morning. I guarantee he was thinking about his celebration when he dropped that touchdown pass. Horrendous.) The penalties.
But then there's the off-the-field. A coach tripping an opponent along the sideline? That's the absolute worst. People hate the Jets enough these days - they don't need to be making it that much worse with stunts like that, and make the Dophins look good when they call the Jets cheaters. (My two cents on the suspension and fine - I think they're more than appropriate. I think Sal Alosi was genuinely sorry, and I think he said the right things today. I'm OK with it if he doesn't lose his job. But that should never happen. Ever.)
The problem for me - no matter who's at the helm, once that calendar turns to December everything falls apart. It happened to Edwards, it happened to Groh, it happened to Mangini, it happened to Coslet. This seems all too much like 2008, when the 8-3 Jets turned into the 9-7 Jets and missed the playoffs. And that's just one example of so many seasons filled with hope that turn into disaster once the playoffs get close.
All I could think about Sunday night was what a waste of a day it was. Instead of investing a Sunday in the Jets I could have been with my family. I've wasted many a Sunday on many a Jets team that did not justify my investment.
It's bad enough when you feel like you wasted three hours on a Sunday on the Jets.
How bad are the Jets right now?
Right now I feel like I've wasted the past 14 weeks.