I am a fanatical Jets fan. I grew up two miles from She Stadium and got stuck with the Mets and the Jets. I met Joe Namath and Gerry Philbin in 1970.....I was 9 , and they were at a banquet at a catering hall where my mom worked. I actually think Joe was hitting on my mom and she had me produced to keep Joe (or her, lol) in line!

Quick story----my son was born in 1993, on a December Saturday, at 11:00 PM after like two days of labor. I went home, grabbed some sleep, and was back at the hospital at 11:00 AM on Sunday. My wife was exhaused, the nurse came with my new son at noon to feed, by 12:45 she was out cold and I was sitting there at the foot of the bed holding my new boy. Of course, 15 minutes later it is kickoff time, so I swing the TV set over and start watching the game. Of course, 5 minutes later I am cursing at the screen.

I hear some laughing, and I look up and it is my best friend, a devout Giants fan. I said "Whats so funny?", he says "The kid is not even half a day old yet and you already turned him into a LOSER! Great job dad!"

My kids know to never approach Daddy during game time, and that dad is not legally responsible for anything he says on Sundays. In fact, that is why we need to go to church before the game. Absolution. Trust me, you don't want to watch a game with me.

So with the above proviso, lemme say that we are on a nice run. Yesterday, we actually played good pass defense, which has been our Achilles heel this year. Brett has stopped slinging the ball into double and triple coverage. We are doing everything well.

So when does the other shoe drop? Any day now. I don't want to even entertain the possiblity that we may actually be one of the best teams in the league, because the second that happens, Bretts arm will fall off or something. Watch....the rest of our schedule is EASY. The hardest game left is Buffalo at home. Who wants to bet me we go 2-3 and lose the Division to some coin-flip tiebreaker to the Pats or something like that?

One week at a time!!!!!!!