On this holiday evening, there's a lot in my life to be thankful for. A day off of work. This mild Northeast Ohio weather. The surplus of food at the dining room table. The time spent with my wonderful family. And, of course, 3 NFL football games to watch (since dinner kept me firmly planted to the couch).
Or, so I thought...
The first two games were fine and plenty exciting, to be sure. However, I now find myself rifling through the medicine cabinet for the Maalox and Pepto... and my auntie is a fantastic cook. The food isn't to blame. No... what's churning up my half digested turkey, stuffing and mac 'n' cheese, is tonight's late entry. The high school scrimmage being televised live, from Metlife Stadium.
Three weeks ago, the New England Patriots abused us across the pond. That game served as a wake-up call to a lot of us Rams fans. The message was loud and clear. "There's still a lot of work to do, in St. Louis." Fair enough. Message received.
The next week, the Rams played their hearts out, but couldn't get out of their own way enough to manage a win. So we kissed our sister. Big deal. It was against one of the toughest teams in the league. Surely we could hold our heads high. Besides, the hapless Jets were coming into OUR house, in 7 days. Time to turn this season around! We all know the results of that one.
Now... only 4 days after being dressed down by one of the worst teams in the league... and without even stepping on the field again... the Patriots and the Jets are both thoroughly embarrassing the St. Louis Rams, yet again. The Patriots dropped more points (21) on the Jets in 52 seconds, than the Rams could manage in a full 4 quarters, and are on pace to finish with 70. After a career day, versus the Rams, Mark Sanchez looks like a clown, a complete caricature of a quarterback, yet again. The chants of "Tebow! Tebow!" are only rivaled by the cascades of boos from the cheap seats.
I'm actually finding it physically discomforting to watch this game. Not because I despise the Patriots. and not because I feel sorry for the Jets. But, because the one, single solitary thought that keeps racing around in my tryptophan saturated brain is... "THIS is the team we LOST TO???" This band of jokers who can't find the endzone with a road map? It looks like New Jersey's best Pop-Warner team stole the Jets uniforms. This Jets team is an abomination, a punchline, a travesty. Wait, what's that you say? The beat the Rams?? Good grief.
I apologize for my rant, but I was overwhelmed with embarrassment and took it out on my keyboard (and anyone else unfortunate enough to have read this far). I can't stand to watch this game anymore. I'll shut up for now. I'm going back to the kitchen for fourths, in hopes of inducing a food coma that'll keep me incapacitated 'til Sunday at 4:25, in hopes that we don't make Ryan Lindley into a Pro-Bowler as well.