The answer for me is obviously the Jets, and I don't feel like I should have to justify it. And yet I will. Every Jets fan born between 1965 and 1995 (myself included) has been changed -- on a fundamental, human level -- by the carnage of the past four-plus decades. And don't be the guy who says, "What do you have to complain about? You had Joe Namath." Fall right off a mountain. I adore Broadway Joe, and embrace him as the eternal face of the franchise (most of the time), but Namath didn't make any guarantees for my generation. Joe was for my dad. I lay in bed on Sunday nights and wonder if I'm wrong to pass the Jets down to my own sons. You see what I'm talking about when I say that being a Jets fan changes a man? You think this is fun? And why is Tom Brady still good at quarterback? The world is a stacked deck.