Dallas Cowboys @ New York Jets

After two consecutive defeats, my Cowboys seemed primed to rebound against the hapless Jets. Except somebody forget to tell the home team.

The whole family got new jerseys! And we’re going to New Jersey! Coincidence?

So this was the one game that my entire family got to attend with me. Everything seemed to be in place for a successful outing – Sunday afternoon game, short travel distance, and most importantly, playing a winless and downtrodden franchise.

Entering the stadium, full of optimism. Our dreams would soon be shattered.

Before the game, they held a ceremony where they announced the all-time Jets team and, with very few exceptions, every player was in attendance. As someone who grew up in New York and watched a lot of Jets games, I thought this was pretty cool as players like Joe Klecko, Freeman McNeil, Al Toon, and Wesley Walker all came out of the tunnel. (If you’re wondering, obviously Mark Gastineau was on the team, but he wasn’t in attendance.)

And of course the loudest cheers were for Broadway Joe.

Apparently he also guaranteed a win by the Jets against the Cowboys

For those of you who have never been in the presence of Jets fans, let me take some time to explain what it’s like rooting for this team. The New York Jets (originally Titans) began play in 1960 with the American Football League (AFL). This upstart league immediately challenged the older NFL for football supremacy and, more importantly, for elite college players. In 1965, Joe Namath (undefeated that season at Alabama) was taken 1st overall by the Jets and 12th overall by the St. Louis Cardinals. When Namath chose the Jets, it was an enormous coup, not just for the Jets, but for the entire AFL.

Four years later, Namath led the Jets to the AFL Championship and would then face the Baltimore Colts in Super Bowl III. The first two Super Bowls had been blowout wins by the NFL representative (Green Bay Packers), and most pundits saw the Colts as easy victors. Before the game, Namath guaranteed victory for the Jets, and then went out and led them to a 16-7 win in the most important game in NFL history.

And yet, it’s not hyperbole to say that nothing good has happened to the Jets in the 50 years since.

Some examples:

In 1983, the Jets needed a quarterback. The Miami Dolphins selected future hall-of-famer and all-time passing leader (when he retired) Dan Marino with the 27th pick, right after the Jets picked Ken O’Brien at 24.

In 1985, the Jets needed a wide receiver. The San Francisco 49ers selected future hall-of-famer and all-time receiving leader Jerry Rice with the 16th pick, shortly after the Jets picked Al Toon at 16.

In 1990, the Jets needed a running back. The Dallas Cowboys selected future hall-of-famer and all-time rushing leader Emmitt Smith with the 17th pick. He was the second running back chosen, after the (can you guess?) Jets took Blair Thomas second overall.

Obviously the Jets are not the only team to have missed picking these players, but they are the only team that chose a different player at the same position in all three drafts.

In 1986, the Jets were the best team in football, racing out to a 10-1 record. Five consecutive losses later, they were 10-6 and barely made the playoffs as a Wild Card. In the divisional round, they lost the second double OT game in NFL history as they let a 10 point 4th quarter lead evaporate.

In the late 1990s, former NY Giants coach Bill Parcells returned to New York to coach the Jets and put together a winner. After losing the AFC Championship Game in 1998, it seemed like all the pieces were in place for a deep run the following season. But in the first game of the 1999 season, QB Vinny Testaverde tore his Achilles tendon and was lost for the season. The Jets began the year 1-6 and their Super Bowl hopes were quickly dashed.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Parcells retired after the season, paving the way for his long-time defensive coordinator to take over. Bill Belichick was announced as the new head coach of the Jets, but after 24 hours of thinking about it, he submitted his resignation on a napkin (true story!). A month later, he went to the New England Patriots as head coach, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Bearing all this in mind, one has to consider the overall frame of mind of Jets fans. They are frequently expecting the worst and, in many cases, that’s exactly what they get. We arrived over an hour before the game started and there was a good mix of Cowboys and Jets fans in our section. Rather than trying to trash talk the Cowboys fans in the stands, the Jets fans mostly trash talked their own team. The phrase “offensive genius” was said repeatedly as an epithet in reference to head coach Adam Gase and the Jets’ inability to score (up to this point).

Even after the Jets had scored a TD, and then another, the stands were mostly filled with sounds of disbelief. And as the Jets scoring disappeared in the second half along with the Cowboys slowly (oh my God, so slowly) creeping back, that familiar doubt resurfaced. The fans screamed at their team with every incomplete pass and every missed tackle.

And then it came down to the Cowboys’ final drive. The Jets were winning 24-16 and the Cowboys began making their way down field. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this as there were penalties called on SIX consecutive plays, leading fans of both teams to yell at the officials. And then finally, the Cowboys managed to find the end zone.

Dak bullies his way for six! But wait, we need eight…

The Cowboys lined up for the 2-pt conversion and while their fans expected the worst, a well-timed blitz forced a bad throw and the game was over. Both sets of fans seemed equally surprised by the outcome.

Our emotions are on our faces: frustrated, excited, relieved

One odd thing about this game was how many jerseys were in attendance. I swear I saw at least a dozen. Several Giants, Pats, and Eagles fans chose to attend, for whatever reason. But I was very surprised when I saw someone with a 49ers jersey, until I realized what jersey it was. So I asked for a selfie with him and he happily obliged.

Dallas Cowboys @ New Orleans Saints

I know, I know, you’re all thinking, Adam, what took you so long to write about the game? Well, it took me a while to recover. From what? The game? The excessive amounts of food? The alcohol? Why yes!

The day started much the same way the previous night ended — eating copious amounts of food. Randy and I showed up at Turkey and the Wolf shortly after they opened and had their Fried Bologna, Collard Green Melt, and Deviled Eggs. We dove right in, so I missed pictures of our plates, but there’s a nice gallery at their website, so curious folks can click through to see what all the fuss is about. (Note: they were bon appetit’s pick for best new restaurant in 2017.)

From there we proceeded back to the Garden District to watch the early games at a local sports bar. If you’ve never been to New Orleans, you may be unfamiliar with some of its quirks, especially the fact that it is legal to walk around drinking an alcoholic beverage (as long as it’s in a plastic cup). This is one of those laws I always seem to forget no matter how many times I’ve been there. So after placing my order at the bar, the bartender asked, “For here or to go,” which stunned me for a second, before I finally responded, “Uh, yeah, for here.”

Most of the people there were fans of neither the Saints or the Cowboys, apparently transplants who came out just to watch their favorite team on one of a dozen TVs, while keeping an eye on their fantasy players across the league.

Chiefs-Lions was the surprise pick for the audio and main TV

After a quick afternoon nap, we headed for the Superdome. We got there in plenty of time to avoid the crowds and get our drink on.

Approaching the venue

I still remember the first time I went to the Superdome and how Randy and his friends were surprised that the stadium was full. (This was, as you may recall, in 1998, when the Cowboys came to town with future Hall-of-Famers Troy Aikman, Emmitt Smith, and Michael Irvin.) The following year, I attended a game with Randy where the Saints hosted the St. Louis Rams, who went on to win the Super Bowl behind Kurt Warner, Marshall Faulk, and Isaac Bruce. Despite hosting “The Greatest Show on Turf” and having pulled Mike Ditka out of retirement to man the sidelines, the stadium was half empty. For better or worse, every game I’ve attended since has been a sellout.

I don’t have much to say about the game itself. In fact, the game was probably pretty boring to most outside observers. But that didn’t stop Randy and I from yelling at each other for the entire 60 minutes. Unfortunately for me, the Cowboys repeatedly shot themselves in the foot on offense, fumbling the ball, dropping passes, and untimely penalties. (If we had played any team but the Saints, I might spend some time complaining about the officiating, but… I think I’ll let it go.) And after all that, we only lost by two and the game came down to the final play in a very hostile environment.

So instead I’ll share some of my experience in the stands for those who have never been and wonder what it’s like being in the loudest place on earth. (Apparently Kansas City holds the record for loudest stadium, but my money is on New Orleans for consistent ouptut, and yes, I’ve been to Arrowhead.) You’ll need the volume on for full effect.

We’ll start late in the 4th quarter with my favorite play of the game, Jaylon Smith breaking through on 3rd down and dropping Teddy Bridgewater for a 16 yard sack. This knocked the Saints out of field goal range, forcing them to punt back to the Cowboys clinging to a two-point lead. If the Cowboys had come back to win, this would have been a pivotal play.

This is when the Saints fans kicked up the volume.

Maybe they got even louder, I can’t even think or see straight at this point.

Cowboys aren’t moving the ball fast enough given how much time is left. Who can blame them?

One last desperation heave and if anything, they got even louder when the ball fell incomplete.

Where was our o-line? At least let Dak step into the throw and get it to the goal line!

Disappointed in the outcome, but hey, I can’t hate on Saints fans, they love their team, they love to trash talk the opposition, but it’s all in good fun. Randy and I have a long-running bet that the loser of the Cowboys Saints game has to change their Facebook profile picture for the following week. I asked some nearby folks if they could help me out. It turns out they were more than willing.

Selfie with my new friends in the stands
One more selfie on the ramp on our way out

Well, when you sign up to go to eight road games, you can’t expect to win them all. Even though the Cowboys did do that in 2014, but I digress… We may see the Saints again in January. I’m sure Randy will have an extra ticket for me if that game is in New Orleans.