Through scandals and opposition, against all odds and expert predictions, and despite a less than perfect season or players, the JETS win on Sunday just reaffirmed that you really never know what's going to happen, really. And not just in football or the playoffs, but in life. There are formidable lessons to be learned here. Even with their outstanding defense, it was highly unlikely that the Jets would beat the colts and the patriots back to back in the playoffs (no team has since 2001). Sanchez, who overthrows the ball basically every other passing play, up against MVP Brady, who hasn't thrown an interception since week 6, seemed like no contest. And considering the Jets' embarrassing 3-45 loss in the same stadium to the same team just a couple months before, this game was more than just about physical performance, but mental strength. I admit, I had very little faith and even lower expectations. It's not easy being a sports fan, especially of a "classless" and dirty team, investing time and energy on an outcome I have zero control over. I'm risking being totally heartbroken or completely elated, even if it's only until the next game. But right now, in this moment after a shocking and improbable win and regardless of what happens with the steelers next Sunday, I'm believing all over again in the impossible. That no matter what the obstacles are or how many circumstances point in the opposite direction, with a little bit of faith and perseverance, anything is possible. I'm a distant dreamer.
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