Oh No, New York Jets – New J-E-T-S Chant Procedure?

The New York Jets have came up with a new procedure for the J-E-T-S chant. Oh no…

The in-stadium experience at New York Jets games has never been ideal. Whether it was the goofy “Game-Ball” attempting to lead cheers on the video board a few years back or the occasional saturation of away fans (remember Jets vs. Pittsburgh in 2007?), I wouldn’t call the Jets home-field advantage one of the league’s best. It wasn’t easy to play in “Giants Stadium” with red seats and an overall vibe that was catered to the other team to town.

There was a brief positive respite in 2009 and 2010, the final year in the old stadium and the first year in the new stadium. The best Jets crowd I’ve experienced in my life was a week 2 victory over the New England Patriots in 2009. It was a rare occasion where the crowd seemingly took over the game. The building shook. Tom Brady and the New England offense was forced into multiple false starts and delay of game penalties. The sirens rang every time Rex Ryan’s defense took the field. There was a unique level of energy that day. This positive environment generally carried over the rest of the season and into 2010, not surprisingly mirroring the success of the team.

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From The Outside Looking In – Buffalo Fan On Fireman Ed

A Buffalo Bills fan gives his take on Fireman Ed stepping down

Every now and then, we like to publish an outside opinion. Today’s comes from Kevin Kelly of GET Broken Record, but more importantly of the Buffalo Bills fanbase. I was curious how somebody outside of the Jets fanbase, looked at the situation. So here it is – 

The New York Jets can learn a lot from the Buffalo Bills & the Cleveland Browns. Here’s why:

The Jets just lost their most notable fan. What’s worse, the Jets community approached this headline the same way they’ve approached every other lackluster, problem-laced gag moment of the 2012 season: Point fingers, blame someone else, then isolate the lone problem and get rid of it in attempts to bring about that Championship season everyone keeps talking about.

Take a step back. Know that it’s a true impossibility to see the forest through the trees. And stop wanting everything you want right now just because you want it right now.

Overwhelmingly, we’re New Yorkers (Jersey, Northeast, Tri-State, fine, whatever) and as a result– we want everything now. Not in five minutes. Right. Now.

We get upset when there’s a line for coffee in the morning. We curse under our breathe when we miss a train by a split second, we’ve been the bridge or hit traffic in the tunnel and thought about leaving the city for good. Forever. Starting right now. –we’ve nudged, bumped, screamed & been screamed at, pushed, pulled & prodded all in attempts to get us wherever we were going just a little bit faster. Because we’re in New York. And New York waits for no Man.

Even right now, as you’re reading these words, there’s a chance you’re probably thinking ‘Get to the point’ 

The only place in the world where people toss aside their loyalty with reckless abandon is New York City. Believe me, when the Jets are good again,  when there’s no more snow and the weather is fair, you’ll be right back to loving that team you ‘never doubted for a minute’ and ‘always knew would pull it out’, but for now–because they haven’t given you all that you’ve wanted and all you think you’re entitled to and deserve just because you watch them on Sundays, you’ve turned your back on your team. Textbook New York sports fan. Love ’em when they’re up. Hate ’em when they’re down.

Blame Woody Johnson, he brought Tebow along when we didn’t need him.

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT a business owner would make a move intended to generate revenue, merchandising & ticket sales.

Blame Rex Ryan, he talks way too much and won’t throw Sanchez under the army of buses Jets Nation has already rolled over him.

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT a Coach would stand behind his choice when the going got tougher than its ever been. A coach publicly supports his mentee (with half a season to go) and the witch-hunt warriors want both their heads. Think about morral, think about Belief. A belief in oneself is the first step in achieving greatnessAnd if it’s not, why is that phrase in so many self-help books on personal achievement (i.e. Napoleon Hill’s Think & Grow Rich, Deepak Shopra’s Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, Jack Canfield’s Success Principles, all New York Times Bestsellers) A Coach’s job is to motivate, he’s not on the field. It’s a Coach’s responsibility to get the most out of the players on the field, and I think Ryan acts the way he does with this mantra in mind, however convoluted it might seem behind the smokescreen of screams and rants and raves.

For Rex to walk that back, shatters a psyche.

If Rex denounces Sanchez, then the last shred of mental composure goes out the door. When an athlete questions their ability, when they start thinking and analyzing and wondering “what if” …bad things happen. In sports, they’re called the “Yips”

Think about a kicker that misses a field goal opportunity early on in the game?

How does everyone feel the next time he’s got to go kick another one?

Yip.

Anybody remember Chuck Knoblauch in the postseason?  Yip. Rick Ankiel? Yip.

The most famous was Greg Norman. Arguably one of the greatest golfers in the world in the early 90s, in the 1996 Masters Tournament, Norman took a 6-shot lead over Nick Faldo into Sunday. He shot a 78, blew the lead and lost the Masters. It’s considered by many the greatest choke of all time.  Afterward, Norman was asked: “What happened? What went wrong” His answer?

“I turned the computer on. And couldn’t turn it off.”

Simply put, he thought way too much. We process constantly. We worry, over-think, over-analyze, create dozens (or more) of the worst possible hypotheticals. It’s poison, and it cost Greg Norman the Green Jacket.

For Rex Ryan to denounce Sanchez, someone who has heard the “amost” and “what-if” and “has to happen now” and “TEBOW” nonsense all season, would be catastrophic, and would cue the beginning of the end for #6 in a Jets uniform.

You could blame the owner. You could blame management. You could blame the Coach. You could blame the coaching staff. You could blame the players themselves. And now Jets fans, you’ve turned your sites on the FANS.  It promptly cost you one Fireman.

The point, dear Reader, is that you’re a Championship town cheering for a non-Championship team.

It doesn’t mean it won’t happen, it just means it won’t happen now. Are you the only team making blockbuster moves worth tens of millions and still end up with a losing record? The Bills aren’t good this year (as with most), but they’re not crying for Mario Williams’ head on a stick.

Yes, it sucks to be considered a second-tier team by your coworkers because they’re Giants fans… but who cares- that’s not how the rest of the country sees it. The Jets are struggling. Be a JETS fan and route for your team.

The Bills lost 4 Super Bowls in a row. Marv Levy kept his job, Scott Norwood was embraced by the Bills faithful, not rejected. Jim Kelly could run for Mayor and win. There are talks the Bills are looking to leave Buffalo, and what happened? The city rallied around their team, Jim Kelly is looking to buy it outright with a group of investors. Kelly by the way can be found in the parking lot of Ralph Wilson stadium on Game Days wearing a hoodie and tailgating with fans.

The Cleveland Browns are terrible. They’ve been terrible for a while. They were so bad, Art Modell picked them up, left the city and planted them in Baltimore calling them ‘Ravens’. Cleveland didn’t have a team for a while. But the city wanted it. The fans wanted their team. Good, bad, ugly, the fans supported their team. They have a new team now and play at a new stadium, they’re still not that good but they’re getting better. The ticket prices are just as expensive as anywhere else and any other game, the jerseys cost the same amount, the beer is expensive, the investment in time and attention among fans is identical anywhere else in the country (on average) than it is in New York but they don’t approach the field with the brashly arrogant New York attitude of “I just bought this ticket so win now or go to hell cuz YOU owe me!”.  Instead, they go out and support their team.

There is a reality oblivious to New York sports fans:  Fans, and the teams they cheer for, are really in this together. We’re happy when we win. We’re not happy when we lose. But we don’t abandon ship. The waters have been muddied with free agency but the colors on the uniform and what that stands for hasn’t gone anywhere. There is an unspoken sense of pride & community when you see someone outside of the sports arena with Jets apparel on, or find out they’re a fan in passing conversation. They are immediately closer to you. It’s a brotherhood.

Attacking itself from within is a cancer. United we stand. Divided we fall.  I’ll forgo the Gettysburg Address, but you get the point.

Players, coaches & executive personnel come and go. The undeniable constant that ties us all together is that the name on the front of the jersey is, has and will always be more important than the name on the back. Don’t ever forget that.

New York Jets – Fireman Ed’s Exit Is Loudest Chant Of All

TJ Rosenthal on Fireman’s Ed exit and the general decline of the relationship between the Jets and their fans

Fireman Ed’s stepping down as Jets “Superfan” provides us all with an opportunity to take stock of how much has deteriorated in stadium seats since he first became the face of the Jet fan some thirty odd years ago. We have traveled considerably from the once standard “suit and fedora” event wearing garb, to the jersey numbered taunters and instigators that many of us have become,. Like the Jets play on the field this season, behavior in the stands has become at times, deplorable. It is hard to blame Ed for choosing to no longer be the target of other people’s anger, yet fans themselves are not the only ones deserved of the scrutiny while our decorum grows increasingly volatile.

Former New York Knicks legend Bill Bradley noted in the Harvey Araton book “When The Garden Was Eden,” that the connection between the city and the championship teams that he played on in 1970 and 1973 was a collective one steeped in a mutual exchange of “brotherhood, cooperation, excellence, teamwork, joy, and self fulfillment.” The evolution of live sporting events that have led us towards PSL’s, and the rising cost of game ticket prices have since altered the relationship between fan and player that existed during Bradley’s years as a player . The same era in which Ed began leading the J-E-T-S chant.

The more innocent notion of spectating and cheering on one’s home squad, has been replaced today by a greater need within the fan for his or her team to “win now.” An emotion that runs parallel with the current sense of entitlement for the loyalist. Paying an arm and a leg to witness the journey, now means that results must validate the investment. When home teams fail to deliver, the frustration in home stadiums, as we all have seen and experienced, grows faster and more ferociously than ever before.

Few wore replica jerseys and colors that publicly promoted one’s own leanings back when Ed Anzalone first became “Fireman Ed.” Merchandise was more kitschy, less plentiful, and overall, less available in the early 1980’s. Going back in time prior to the dress down relaxed wear of the 1970’s, attendance for public events including sporting contests was still further characterized by the more formal suit and tie. Fights and arguments still took place above playing fields during television’s golden  age, but the societal code of conduct as a whole, was more polite. Such as during times when people sat down to watch a game together.

Nowadays, booze filled stadium-goers promote their loyalty with every type of visual gear imaginable in the form of jerseys, sweatshirts, caps, and more. You name it, the NFL makes it. At the risk of those who sport the attire, becoming reachable targets of displeasure.

Visiting team supporters are often harassed simply for wearing the “wrong colors” from the minute they enter any lion’s den. In the case of Ed, his backing of embattled quarterback Mark Sanchez with the number “6” during Sanchez’s unforgettable gaffe of crashing into G Brandon Moore, turned Ed’s own allies into enemies last Thursday night. This during an embarrassing 49-19 loss on national TV to the hated Patriots. In a game that consisted of never ending Jet follies that reminded too many in attendance of the ugly days that marred the Rich Kotite era.

When Jets owner Woody Johnson acquired polarizing backup Tim Tebow back in March to both add a playmaker while increasing merchandise sales, he probably failed to consider what the combination of rising prices for a struggling team with poor quarterback play, would bring out in his own customers by late November.

Florham Park’s constant presentation of the Jets as a viable Super Bowl contender has not helped the situation out either. The Jets are not the only team in professional sports however, that justifies the high cost to attend games by selling the vision that glory for all those who come along for the ride will be had by season’s end. Many clubs promote the fool’s gold view that their team has, as coach Rex Ryan noted regarding his club in September, “the most talent”  it has possessed in years, in order to ramp up the excitement.

It would be foolish to believe that society will ever return to the days before seasons were measured by trophies, when a team’s likability, and improvement from one year to the next carried a heavy merit. Fireman Ed too, did not walk out on a die hard fan base that has taken his cue for the past three decades, because the Jets will not be returning the Super Bowl this year. He simply stood up for himself as a patron unwilling to take the heat for the shoddy play of the team that he lives for.

It truly is a shame that it had to come to that. Not only for Fireman Ed, but for many others who simply seek the enjoyment of supporting their team in person. Only to exit with personal shame and grief on top of a pitiful performance they spent their hard earned money to see.