In my inbox earlier this week was this casting notice:
My eyes popped out of my head. Then I forwarded it to my friend Jeff, a fellow Jets fan, and his response was rich: “I’d say you’re too good-looking and have too few pounds and tattoos.”
A challenge. So I submitted myself for it, including a heartfelt note which read “I’m a huge Jets fan from New York!!”, and now I wait. If the casting process were any slower and more unreliable, it would be playing quarterback for the Jets.
Bring me in.