My one and only foray into a New York Jets game came on October 28, 2007. You read that right: I’ve gone to only one Jets game in my life despite always being within driving distance of the stadium.
The reasons for that are manifold, but it comes down to this: the game was so horrendous, the experience so miserable, that I was turned off ever attending another game. The Jets lost to the Bills, 13-3, in a game that I’ve always described as a worse display of offensive football than my 10- and 6-year-old brothers could have put on the field.