Darrelle Revis is my hero

I am beyond excited for today's afternoon game. Okay, yes, part of the reason is because I am very simply a Jets fan. The Jets Nation is used to disappointment, failure, regret. Really, really stupid losses that should have been wins (please reference the game vs. Atlanta as the most recent checkpoint on that list).

But there is a beacon of hope for Jets Nation. And no, it's just just that they're about to begin their second game in the 2009 Playoffs. That beacon of hope has a specific name: Darrelle Revis. And I am a fan of his on Facebook.

Darrelle Revis should have been the defensive player of the year. Despite shutting down New England's Randy Moss, Buffalo's Terrell Owens, Carolina's Steve Smith, Houston's Andre Johnson, Indianapolis' Reggie Wayne, and New Orleans' Marques Colston, and actually causing Cincinnati's Chad Ochicinco to shut his mouth (almost as impossible as shutting him down), Revis lost out to Green Bay's Charles Woodson.

"This, in my opinion, was the best year a corner has ever had, the most impact a corner has ever had in the National Football League," Jets head coach Rex Ryan said. "That's my opinion. Apparently that wasn't how everybody felt."

Well, that's how I feel and that's how the rest of Jets Nation feels. None of those big names Revis shut down had more than five catches or 35 yards against Revis, and only one scored a touchdown. And the guy is only 24. If anyone should have swagger, it's Revis. I know Philip Rivers is good and the San Diego Chargers will bring everything they have today, but it's not rookie Mark Sanchez who gives me hope -- it's Revis.

LT catches that pass!

Right now I consider the San Diego Chargers to be the equivalent of Voldemort (you know, he who shall not be named), but I had to post on LaDainian Tomlinson. I know, I know. He's the enemy. He reached 100 TD passes faster than any other player in history. He's going to test the #1 New York Jets defense like no one else will this Sunday.

But before he does that, he's going to dance:

Thank you, LT, for that how to be a running back lesson for
dummies - you read the defense, side step four times, then
catch that pass (catch that pass). Oh, and don't forget to say
hi to mom! Someone give me a pigskin and the first version
of Final Cut Pro ever invented 'cause I wanna be just like LT!

I hope when he's on the field, he has disco music playing in his
head every time he reads the defense. I really, really do.

Photo: Courtesy of The Washington Post

I'll put $40 on the Jets. That's right, i said the Jets.

I just got back from Las Vegas. Normally that one sentence would be enough to not conjure up a few ideas in your head or make up my entire post and you'd all be perfectly happy. But I'm not going to write about any debauchery (though I did win the majority of my money on a Playboy penny slot machine at the Excalibur). Why? I was sick for the first 72 hours of it with a cold that had knocked me flat on my feet for 5 straight days, long before I had even set foot in Vegas.

Plus, the New York Jets were playing. That's right, the New York Jets were in the playoffs. The only thing I talked about for six straight days was how I was determined to watch this game while in Las Vegas. I don't care if all a long the strip there were women dressed in flamingo costumes, little foreign men snapping cards of naked women at us, $1 margarita stands as far as the eye could see. No, no - the Jets who started off 3-0 before they decided to break our hearts and make us wonder why the hell a rookie named Mark Sanchez felt the need to eat a hot dog on the sideline and constantly overturn the ball.

This was a team that beat the previously undefeated Indianapolis Colts and then convinced themselves that they had no hope after they lost to the Atlanta Falcons, a pathetic game they should have won but, being the good ol' Jets, did not. "We're obviously out of the playoffs, and that's unfortunate," head coach Rex Ryan said. But statistically, they were in -- and went on to beat Cleveland in the regular season, thus letting me sit in a bar drinking $2 Miller Lites, screaming at the TV whenever Sanchez didn't complete a pass.

But I was the only one screaming. I was the only Jets fan in the bar. The only one in the bar! I'm not sure how I got out-numbered by Cleveland fans in Las Vegas, but let me tell you, despite the dirty looks I got for cheering when the Jets took a knee with 1:30 left to go in the game, I was the only one who walked out of that bar with a huge grin on my face because I had put money on my team to win.

Take that, fairweather fans. See ya in San Diego. Well, New Jersey. I mean, hello, I was just in Las Vegas - how much traveling do you think I'm doing?