It sounds so bitchin’ on paper: hop on a plane with my friend Jeff early yesterday morning, fly up to see our Jets play the 49ers, jump right back on a plane back to L.A.The plane was my favorite airline, Virgin America, and the tailgate we attended before the game was run by some top-notch grillers/Jet fans. The ticket to the game was free, thanks to a friend at nfl.com. And future hall-of-famer Brett Favre was under center. We were pimpin’.
Then the Jets lost, the bubble burst and those of us who are so shallow that we rely on the success of our sports teams to bring us happiness were just left cold, tired and trying to fend off 12,000 people for a cab.
Why, God?
By the way, the Niners stadium is a pit that could use a serious high-pressure wash. But you gotta love the mountain overlooking the joint. Nice touch.
