The football gods deserve praise. They deserve many thanks from a particular fanbase in Northern New Jersey.
The grizzled, intelligent, diehard gridiron gods that look down upon us from a football heaven so magnificently drenched in hall of fame talent and old-school stadium memorabilia (such as Jim Brown’s famed jockstrap and Joe Namath’s fabulous mink coat) have worked miracles for fans of the New York Jets as of late. Just when we thought the organization was heading down one troubling path, circumstance shifted the landscape.
Mike Maccagnan and the suits in that front office wanted Kirk Cousins.