So I'm sure that no one is aware of this outside the greater NY/NJ metro area (unless maybe you live in Kansas City and are currently huddled under a rock to hide your shame), but the Jets actually won their last game of the season to end with a Not-Rock-Bottom 4-12 record.
But they almost blew it. It was overtime, they'd won the toss, and managed to string together a respectable series of carries. They were in relatively easy field goal range for Mike Nugent, or as I like to call him, "Nuuuuuuuge". (To get the full effect of that nickname, when you read it picture a drunken frat-boy in a toga, waving an MGD around.) KC calls a timeout. I swear at them roundly for prolonging the season by 30 seconds. Nuuuuuge kicks...he makes it...the crowd (all 23 hardy souls) goes wild...aaaaaaand the yellow flag drops. Holding, offense. 10 yard penalty. &#$*(%?!?!? #$(%(#$*'in holding???? I threw myself onto the floor to express what all the curses in the world could not manage. They line up again, now 43 yards away. The crowd holds its breath...aaaand....KC calls a timeout. From the floor, I loudly wish that I had a teleportation machine so I could right this instant kick Herman Edwards in the crotch. Another 30 seconds tick by...Nuuuuuuuge kicks...AND IT'S GOOooOooOOOoooD!
Thank goodness another season is over with.
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