Jet[s]!
Jet[s] I can almost remember their funny faces,
That time you told'em you were gonna be marrying' soon
And Jet[s], I thought the only lonely place was on the moon...
The only competition remaining for the Yankees this year is the one that El Duque, our Peerless Leader, invented. That is, the competition to see if they can once again haul in the Tabloids Crown, in the riveting race for small paper covers and back pages.
Shockingly, this is no guarantee, even if it is late October and the Yanks currently have a 26-page lead on their closest competitors, the Mets, 135.5-109.5. That lead seems safe, no matter how much wheeling and dealing the Flushing team does. This signing or that trade just doesn't seem likely to take up extended tabloid frontage or backage.
But...there is another contender out there, one still in an active season that might just be getting started...
Jet[s], was your father as bold as a sergeant-major?
Oh, how come he told you that you were hardly old enough yet?
And Jet, I thought the major was a lady suffragette!
Jet[s]!
Usually, the Jets would have to split the pro football pages with your New York Football Jints. But the Giants suddenly look SO hapless that it seems doubtful that anyone would want to read anything about them.
Usually, the Jets' season, too, would be done by now. And so it seemed when Aaron "Gasbag" Rodgers went down after only four downs this season. But somehow, the team seems to have revived, even flourished.
Zach(k) Wilson at QB is not exactly good, but at least he is no longer actively losing games for the Jets. The defense seems to be everything it was supposed to be, and more.
Could this be the Autumn of the Jets, the air filled with renditions of Paul McCartney's ebullient—if incomprehensible—lyrics to "Jet!"?
Let's do the math. The Jets, right now, are in third place in the Tabloid Covers Race, with 90. That's amazing enough right there. Since 2017, they have never managed more than 69.5 in a year (2018). That leaves them only 45.5 behind the dormant Yankees...with 71 days to go. With two tabloids, that makes 142 possible covers—not even counting the front pages.
It's hard to picture the Yankees winning more than a handful of covers—mostly of the speculative variety that we saw today. But the Yanks will not trade for Juan Soto. They won't trade for or sign anyone of any significance whatsoever. They won't do a damned thing.
Hot-stove league speculation only drives so many covers. Chances are, 56 covers could make the Jets the champs. That's less than one a day.
This dethroning would be a remarkable comedown for the Yankees, who have held the title since at least 2017. That year was also the high-water mark for the Bronx team, capturing 286.5 pages during their giddy, surprise run to within a game of the World Series.
They haven't really come close to that total since, and will probably reach a new low in 2023. Even in the Covid year of 2020, they claimed 152 covers. This is indicative of the team's failing grasp on the public, and would be a matter of concern to the Yankees' front office—save for how resolutely they refuse to pay the least attention to us.
Jet[s], with the wind in your hair of a thousand places
Climb on my back and we'll go for a ride in the sky...
Well, whatever. The Jets threaten fair to oust our boys this season. And that should tell us something.
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Hoss, you're nailin' it, as usual! I agree that the Yankees will not do anything significant this winter. But we have to hope for a miracle. What else is there?
Spock: Captain, it's never been done before. It's only a one in ten thousand chance that it works.
Kirk: Spock, we've ... got ... to take ... that ... one ... in ... ten thousand ... chance ....
Hoss,
You didn't mention the Knicks or Rangers in your figuring. But I suppose that it is possible that the Jets win The Tabbie. Pick up The Tab. Run the tab-le.
But methinks you're dreaming and should heed the words, not of Paul McCartney but of another great poet, Bob Dylan... (with interpretive notes added)
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect...
Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect
(Aaron Rogers didn't last a series)
Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow...
Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now.
(They're still not very good)
This year, the Yankees murdered my inner child, BUT...but but but...\
For decades before then, it was the Jets who robbed me of all things sacred, precious, magical and special.
I was entranced by Joe Willie as a kid and became one of those oddball Yankee/Jets fans. I thought they would always be special, but year after year they ground my soul to dust, kind of like the current Bronx Bombolinis have done...
My only slight disagreement is that I never had trouble understanding the words to Jet.
But that's it.
I've looked up the lyrics to "Jet" probably a few times over the years. It just word-sculpting. Right?
I dunno. Supposedly it was inspired by a new dog? JM, enlighten us, please!
Thanks, Hammer, Doug.
And yeah, how about Dylan anticipating Aaron Rodgers? No wonder that guy is a Nobel Prize winner!
Bitty, this could be your year. I do love that pic, the Jets standing at the goal line as the dusk gathers in Miami. Seems pretty epic—on a scale we don't know anymore around here.
I hope for your sake that they do it.
Namath to Sauer. Sauer reading Camus and pissing in the huddle. a true story. Matt Snell Super Bowl hero. Eubank is now in hell for breaking up that team over pennies.
ALSO - I don't really believe in curses, despite 2004, but I DO believe to my rotten core that the Jets will not win again until every last member of that 1969 team is dead and buried.
Yes, Jet was the name of Macca’s dog, and the lyrics make little sense. When McCartney wrote “Yesterday”, he used the words Scrambled Eggs as the title. Lennon was having none of it, and McCartney was forced to dig deep and come up with some discernible lyrics, which he did, simple and beautiful and on point. (The song is basically a McCartney solo, Lennox’s only contribution was the title and even that is still in dispute) Once McCartney went solo or in Wings, he no longer had Lennox’s stinging criticisms to keep him in check, leading to compositions like Jet.
Oh, the New York Jets? Basically they suck, got lucky once, but it’s been scrambled eggs ever since.
Jet was the moptop's response to Linda Eastman's (veerrrryyy wealthy) family not wanting her to marry a hippy kid, even though he was also very wealthy.
And yes, he devolved after losing Lennon. A few decent albums, then utter rubbish as they say. Lennon did himself no favors by promoting the screeching wench as a singer. At least you can compress double fantasy into a single album without the nails on the chalkboard input.
Like the Kennedy's, the Beatles started dying in the wrong order. Teddy and Paul should have gone first.
Rufus,
Paul did die first. The real Paul. :)
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