Home Sweet home. This is my first trip this season to my 1.6 billion dollar home away from home, The Meadowlands. Continue reading
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I’ve been to probably 60 games at the Meadowlands, but this is technically the first NFL game that I’ve attended in the state of New York.
The tailgate scene was pretty different from what I’m used to. Here, everyone is pretty spread out, they built shelters for their small communes and burn things to stay warm/alive. I wish Nat Geo would do some documentary on Bills fans surviving the winter.
I met up with some friends from #JetsTwitter (Raf, E and Jack) to tailgate and make fun of people wearing Mark Sanchez jerseys.
It’s a New York Post cover come to life.
They served something called “Beef on Wecks”, which a quick Wiki search informed me was a local dish with German roots. In real life it was some crappy roast beef, dipped in a gnarly looking jous and put on cold, lifeless bread.
Despite wearing a couple of pairs of wool socks, my feet were turning into those frozen claws you see on the bottom of fancy bathtubs. Later in the game I was legitimately getting worried that I might have to get a toe or two amputated. It kind of kills your buzz.
Rex barks at Spiller when he runs out of bounds onto the Jet sideline.
I saw a ton of snowballs being thrown at the game, I was shocked. Since the Giants fans ruined snowballs at the Meadowlands, if a snowball is thrown at a Jets home game, a CSI investigation will be opened up.
The Bills won, a fitting end to one of the most disappointing Jets seasons ever (which I happened to go to every game of…).
On the way out I happened to notice a food truck, “The Roaming Buffalo”. They were serving a Buffalo Wing soup and I was battling severe hypothemia, so I grabbed a bowl. It ended up being the best decision I made in a long time.
Little bits of wing and celery floated around a buffalo broth. An oil spill of rich, funky blue cheese and a crouton floater topped it off. It almost made the whole season worth it.
“Someone should really introduce the’I need tickets’ guy to the guy next to him selling tickets” said my friend Kinney as we were pulling up the Georgia Dome for the big Jets/Falcons Monday Night Football face off. I’m a resident of Atlanta, so this is the first real Jets “home” game for me in a while. Continue reading
This past week I made the trip (for the second year in a row) to watch the New York Jets take on the Tennessee Titans. Last year it was a Music City Massacre. I was on the field as Mark Sanchez submitted his second worst performance ever (which is saying a lot). Continue reading