I’m moving from Manhattan to Queens tomorrow and spent most of yesterday putting everything I own into boxes in preparation. And to make sure I didn’t have anything to do today except watch the Jets. During my cleaning and packing, I came across this thing:It’s at once the most terrifying and most endearing piece of Jets paraphernalia I own. And I have no idea where it came from.
If the Jets need any additional motivation to win today beyond getting one step closer to winning their way into the playoffs and silencing their critics, then I hope they win it for this thing and to appease whatever desires it has. Because I think it watches me sleep.