These guys have been standing between you and the Lombardi Trophy long enough. Take it to them, and take the AFC East heavyweight championship from them. It is there for the taking. And you are the right men to take it.
Be the Rexterminators, once and for all.
No better day to do this than Hateriots Day.
It will be Ali-Frazier in shoulder pads and helmets, a cold-blooded fight to the finish that will be won — survived — by the one with the indomitable will and nerve and grace under pressure.
Rexterminators and Belichick’s Patriots, standing toe-to-toe, trading punches instead of barbs, a chiller and a thriller a long, long way from Manila.
From Namath’s mouth to God’s ears, this will be a long-awaited night of payback for everything from HC of NYJ to Spygate.
When Ryan, soaked in Gatorade, is either carried off on his players’ shoulders, or reduced to making the long, empty walk to midfield to shake Belichick’s hand, and trudge off into the night to the taunts of footloose Patriot fans, wondering whether he will be able to stomach the sight of
President Obama kissing Belichick’s fourth ring.
When Cromartie intercepts a confused Brady and points to the Patriots bench while taking it to the house, or Brady methodically humbles Ryan’s beloved defense and blows the Jet coach a kiss after each one of his four touchdown passes.
When Mark Sanchez shows up as the Sanchise on a night when Belichick will dare him to win the game. When Ground & Pound drives the Patriots back to Copley Square, or
Vince Wilfork drives Sanchez’s throwing shoulder into the ground, making a fourth-quarter hero out of Devin McCourty.
When
LaDainian Tomlinson and Jason Taylor, forever young, dance 60 minutes away from their first Super Bowl, or stagger forlornly out of Last Chance Saloon.
Cinderella Men, finally able to distance themselves from F-bombs on “Hard Knocks” to
Ines Sainz to Braylon Edwards’ DUI to Sal Alosi, piercing the hushed, shell-shocked New England air with shrieks of joy, or returning home with their feet in their mouths.
Darrelle Revis, two days before the Colts game, said he felt it in his heart that the Jets would win. Does he have the same feeling?
“Yes,” Revis said.
Even more so?
“Yes, ‘cause it’s one more step closer to where we want to be, and that’s getting back to the AFC Championship, and anything less of that is failure, if we don’t reach the AFC Championship game to try to get over that hump itself.”
This is the most difficult hump. That diabolical genius across the way in the gray hoodie, that dashing golden boy with the golden arm, forever conspiring to keep the Jets down.
Enough is enough.
The Patriot Way has worked so well that
Woody Johnson installed Patriots South. He found out that The Patriot Way works wonderfully if the modern-day Lombardi is the coach and the modern-day Montana is the quarterback.
Enter the Rex Way.
The Patriot Way is walk softly and carry a big stick. The Rex Way is walk loudly and carry a big mouth.
The Patriot Way is never give your adversary a word of bulletin board material. The Rex Way is say whatever you damn well please.
It won’t be 45-3 this time.
“Guys are very upset about getting embarrassed, and losing like we did, so I think that’s the extra edge we have, of guys are just anxious for this game, and ready to prove the Patriots wrong,” Revis said.
It’s time.
