Ok, so going into yesterday's Jets game, I knew that I was going to be missing the game live. I had my Tough Mudder run in the late morning/early afternoon so I would be DVRing the game and watching when I got home. And watch it, I did. I wasn't as loud and energetic and crazy as I usually am, mostly because the game wasn't live. I had no idea what was taking place, but it just wasn't live.
As advertised, the defense is playing shut down football, Darrell Revis is an absolute stud, Mark Sanchez is leading the offense nicely and everything is moving along perfectly. We're winning, 23-7, and I couldn't be feeling any better (except for the almost entire body soreness of my event, yeah, that's me, smiling with the beard).
And then Shonn fumbles and everything positive and all the emotion from the Meadowlands gets sucked out. Bang! Matt Schaub hits a ridiculously wide open Kyle Dressens for a 40 + yard touchdown. Bang, the Jets give the ball back. Bang! Arian Foster dives in for the touchdown and just like that, just over two minutes to go, we're trailing 24-23. WTF! But it's okay, we have 2 time outs remaining and plenty of time to move into field goal range. But then, Bang! Sanchez throws a pick and all seems to be over. And then, Bang! My DVR shuts off, it's 4 PM.
Upset, pissed off, annoyed, I grab my girlfriend's phone to look up the final score, expecting it to be the same or for us to have lost 27-23. I'm staring at her phone in disbelief, until she asks me what's wrong. All I can mutter is, 'we won'. What the hell happened! 30-27, Jets win! 8-2, still atop the AFC East! Sanchez, Holmes, Edwards, Tomlinson! The Cardiac Kids do it again!
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