You know what? Fine.

fucking FINE.

This is it though. This is the last time I'm letting you in the door, The Jets. I'm going to pretend this sounds like a good idea, but this is the last time. I won't pick a new team, with a flashy uniform and those white cleats everyone else seems to wear, but this is the last time you're going to let me down. I'm electing to believe in you, even though I don't want to. When this blows up in your faces, just like everything else since Namath, don't come crawling back here.

The lights will be off.