Maybe one day my team will deserve a true romantic valentines poem. But for now, all they deserve are some bad limericks:
There was a GM named Mac
who never had much of a sack
His drafts were so bad
It drove sane Jets fans mad,
Still can't believe he picked Hack!
There was a head coach named Gase
whose eyes did not fit his face
He put Jets fans through Hell
when he mis-used Lev Bell
What other players will he now waste?