NFLNew York Post
I know, I get it, I understand. You want to be mad. You are a Jets fan; you have earned the right to be angry. It is a just fury, borne out of decades of deplorable despair. It is fostered by living in the same city with a team that has won four times as many Super Bowls as you (with three different quarterbacks) and residing in a division with one bitter rival that has won six Lombardi trophies (with a coach who didn’t want to work for your team), featuring another, in Buffalo, which about 15 minutes ago was so chronically hapless and pathetic that you could at least feel good about that, the way the existence of Mississippi always makes Arkansas feels better about itself.