Baseball's opening week has just now started to erase the memory of the debacle that was the 2012 New York Jets. Who could possibly ruin my new-found happiness? Why, Woody Johnson, of course . . .
Yes, sir. I arrived to work this morning to find the invoice for 2013 season tickets waiting in my inbox. I mean, come on, man. If you are going to put a shitty product on the field, and then force me to spend $500 on preseason tickets which are as worthless as the paper they're written on (literally - the past two years they could not be sold for more than the ebay/stubhub transaction costs), and charge me another $250 just to park my car for the season, all on top of the cost of admission to eight regular season homes games where I will "enjoy" a team scoring 13 points a game, then at least give me a few months to overcome my profound hatred and ill-will before you hit me up again for more cash.
Well, on the bright side, at least I still own the PSLs we were all forced to purchase when the new stadium opened. I mean, hell - I own the license for my seats!!! How awesome is that? Plus, it's an "investment" which can be sold on the open market if and when I ever decide that I've had enough of this shitshow. An investment that is currently worth 1/8th of the purchase price . . .
J-E-T-S, JETS, JETS, JETS