Rex Ryan, How Do You Like Them Apples?!

In what was supposed to be the game of the year the New England Patriots annihilated the NY Jets. Led by Giselle's boytoy, Tom Brady, the Pats kicked the game off with a field goal followed by 6 touchdowns.  The Sanchise and his Jets could not keep up. After days of smack talk from Santonio Holmes, I think my good friend Joe put it best when he said, "Maybe the Jets should spend less time yapping at the mouth and more time studying the playbook".  I'd say so when the final score is 45-3.  How embarrassing!?!

I was lucky enough to be at tonight's game and have to give credit to the feisty and loud Pats fans. Witnessing first hand the energy and enthusiasm of the crowd (secondary only to a Michigan vs. Ohio State crowd, but with a Bahston accent), it only made this awesome ass-kicking that much better. I have to give credit to the Pats fans starting with the number of rockstars who tailgated in 25 degree weather and started my night off by providing free beers. The crowd was feisty and amped from the start. Whether cheering for "Tommy" (Tom Brady) or "Woody" (Jets castaway, Danny, "bring the" Woodhead), or getting Jets fans kicked out of sections above their ticket caliber, I could not have asked for a better crowd. Our fearless leader of section 239 never let us down and ensured that the crowd never missed a cheer for "another Patriot's first down" with his elaborate arm gestures and animated facial expressions. Every good play was met with 360 degree high fives and ample celebration.

Hey Rex Ryan, how do you like them apples?!