New York Jets to fans: ‘The J-E-T-S Chant Is In Your Hands!’ (photo)
As is often the case with profound tragedies that have occurred previously, most NFL fans know exactly where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news that Fireman Ed, the beloved New York Jets superfan, revealed that he was hanging up his fireman helmet and announcing his “retirement.”
Until that heart-wrenching moment, little did we know that one actually could retire from being a fan — a superfan, even — but that’s the way it played out and the world of football will never be the same, especially for fans who attend Jets home games at MetLife Stadium.
You see, the chant, “J-E-T-S, Jets! Jets! Jets!” traditionally shouted from the stands during games was led by none other than Fireman Ed. And with his absence from his seat carving out a depressing hole in soul of Jets Nation at games, the team began to wonder what wold come of the aforementioned chant.
That’s when Jets brass put on their thinking caps and came up with a novel idea that accepted that even though Fireman Ed never could be forgotten, he could be replaced. Sort of.
Made aware of the development by a Jets fan, the New York Daily News reports that the organization has sent out a notice to season ticket holders alerting them to a new approach to the beloved chant.
Included in a book sent out to season ticket holders is a page entitled, “The J-E-T-S chant is in your hands!” On the page is a map of MetLife Stadium indicating which sections should shout “J,” which sections should shout “E” and so on and so forth.
“The Jets chant is in your hands, Dude.”
The instructions read as follows: “In 2013, we are launching an all-new J-E-T-S chant tradition. As a first step, please find your section on the map for your letter on gameday. Call your Jets Relations Representative to find out more at 800-469-JETS (5387) and start practicing your loudest J-E-T-S chant!”
Sigh. This new approach will go off swimmingly, right? No? Huh.
One is left wondering if Fireman Ed will be forced to come out of retirement to save the Jets from themselves. The only problem is: Who knows where he is? Where does a superfan go to spend his or her retirement? Arizona? Florida? His basement? Neighborhood sports bar? At his real job? Attending games incognito wearing the headgear typically worn by some other civil service employee? Hard to say.