Sunday night quarterbacking, and other random stuff

My friend Mike gave me two tickets to Saturday's Jets - Giants game. Sophie said, "Take me! Take me!" How could I say "no"?

We hopped the #71 bus to Newark Penn Station at 4 PM. The NJ Transit web site said it was the best option. What it didn't say was, #71 goes all over Hell's three acres. And back. I think there was a stop in Pennsylvania. Or maybe it was Delaware. It was hard to tell. But at 5:30 we finally pulled onto Raymond Blvd and into the Penn Station bus lanes.

Whew.

From there it was smooth sailing. As soon as we got off the bus two kids saw our Jets jerseys and started the J-E-T-S, Jets, Jets, Jets chant. We high-fived 'em and made a beeline for the ticket window. The clerk was a Jets fan! He got us set up with train tickets lickedity split. Well, ticket. Turns out kids under 12 are free on weekends.

Thanks NJ Transit!

Hop the train on track 1, get off in Secaucus, and switch to another train for the short hop to the stadium. I must say, the NJ Transit station in Secaucus is amazing. Helpful staff. Clean. Big, bright signage. Did I mention the helpful staff? We're strolling along and a woman says "you better hurry, the train is leaving in one minute". It helps to wear a Jets jersey! Sophie started running and I huffed and puffed to keep up.

We made the train. What fun! There were Jets fans everywhere, all pumped up for the game. Everyone had beer! That's what I call traveling in style.

The game kinda sucked though. Same old Jets. Sophie had a good time though, hanging with Dad and eating her way through the game. $8.50 for a hot dog? But she proclaimed it the Best Hotdog Ever so who am I to argue?

Mom picked us up after she got off work (Yea Mom!) and we stopped for quick bite at Jose Tejas on the way home.

Sophie slept until noon.

And the paper confirmed what anyone with brains could see during the game, Wayne Hunter is not up to the job at right tackle. Dude, eat some freakin' Wheaties! Tammy thinks it's because he cut his hair, he's not scary anymore. Maybe. Sanchez is dead meat if Hunter can't block and right now everybody knowns that Wayne Hunter can't block his grandmother. If I was the coach I'd put Wilkerson into that spot because they need a big guy to stop the pass rush. Any learning curve on his part can't be as bad Hunter repeating the same mistakes he made last year.

Dude's gotta know he can't phone it in, guaranteed contract or no guaranteed contract. Or this time next year he's coaching high school football in Idaho.

In other news, today was yard work day. Thrilling, I know. Yet, necessary.

The weeds are winning. I'm pretty sure they know that.

Why is it that the deer eat my tomatoes and my flowers and my shrubs but not one single stinkin' weed? Are they in cahoots with the weeds? Is it some kind of conspiracy? I have a hunch they're out to make me crazy.

It's not as hard as you might think.

Posted at 23:35 by Chris Wysocki   [/jets]   Comments | Perm Link |
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