One week later...
:censored2: Jets! I've been waiting fifty one :censored2: years for those :censored2: bloody wretched :censored2: bastards to win the Super Bowl again. I was bloody five :censored2: years old when Broadway Joe pulled off a miracle. So what do I get for becoming an instant and :censored2: devoted :censored2: Jets fan? Five :censored2: decades of bloody wretched miserable :censored2: hopelessness and bloody :censored2: despair!
Friends of mine became Cowboys fans, Dolphins fans, Steelers fans - bloody :censored2:
winners! Me? I get the pathetic bloody miserable wretched :censored2: Jets! All those wasted :censored2: years! All that :censored2: popcorn, all those bloody wretched little :censored2: wieners wrapped in bisquit, all those bloody :censored2: Pringles, hot wings, and bloody miserable cans of :censored2: beer, all for :censored2: nothing! What a bloody miserable wretched waste of a half a :censored2: century! What a bloody wretched miserable :censored2: waste of a bloody wretched miserable :censored2: life!
(with thanks to Monty Python.)
Go Jets!