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Mike Greenberg, the host of ESPN’s morning show Get Up, is famously one of the most die-hard New York Jets fans at the company, meaning it was only a matter of time until he addressed reports that Robert F. Kennedy Jr. is apparently considering Aaron Rodgers has his running mate in the 2024 Presidential election.
“Greeny”, however, did not lose his cool in a classic Jets-fueled tirade, but rather, described the phenomenon of being so beaten down by the absurdity of it all that he actually doesn’t care anymore.
And for an intensely passionate Jets fan who has been screaming about Gang Green on ESPN’s airwaves for over a decade, that might be even more concerning than him delivering a fiery, red-faced rant. Rodgers has broken him down to such a point that he’s gone past anger to a new stage of depressed fandom: listlessness.
“Look, people are asking me for a reaction to all of this. At some point, you just have to laugh. Louis [Riddick] was surprised earlier that I wasn’t all upset. How upset about this can you possibly be?” Greenberg said on the Thursday, March 14 episode of Get Up.
“They built everything around this one guy. Four plays in, and down he goes,” he continued. “Okay, we’re going to have to wait another year. Gonna way another year. Another year goes by and then what, he’s running for Vice President? Are you kidding me? Literally, I downloaded the Mad Libs app on my phone today and I tried creating a Mad Lib crazier than this but I can’t do it. It’s not possible. Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction.”
Diehard Jets fan Mike Greenberg on Aaron Rodgers’ potential VP candidacy:
“At some point, you just have to laugh… how upset about this can you possibly be?… I downloaded the Mad Libs app on my phone today and I tried creating a Mad Lib crazier than this but I can’t do it.… pic.twitter.com/YuGcZ48eDs
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As a Jets fan myself, what Greeny is describing is something that I’ve adopted for a decade and it’s called Jets nirvana.
The Jets are so bad, so disastrous, so inept, that there is truly no hope in being a fan of the team in any traditional sense.
In order to enjoy the Jets, you must reach nirvana, abandon all suffering, desire, and sense of self, and just soak in the misery. Once you get there, as I have, the Jets’ calamities become as entertaining as their successes.