Jets Camp--Where Players Learn to Curse Like Mother F*@%))#)% Sailors

The Jets have been talking a mighty game this year. They believe themselves to be upcoming Super Bowl Champions. They only went 9-7 last year, but were expected to do much worse and they made the AFC East worry a bit. With all the talk and promise this team has this season, it makes sense that HBO would base their Hard Knocks show this year on the Jets.

What with a beautiful, new (unnamed) stadium up, the fan base clicking more than ever. They feel they are the rightful team to take over New York's main football team, the Giants. Much like the Mets, who too made some lofty acquisitions and also had a new stadium built on promises of championships, The Jets need to back up their words.

Those words being, fuck, shit, cunt and all other varieties and sub-varieties these words could morph into.

The Hard Knocks show was like watching a half hour version of the latest Scorsese-DeNiro mob movie. Except where you have Joe Pesci menacingly stabbing a fellow mobster with a Bic Pen yelling ten Mother Fuckers in the progress, you have Rex Ryan  simply tells the rest of the NFL "we will beat the fuck out of you".

Well they better. The Jets have a tough first few weeks with games against the Packers, the Ravens, and the Pats of course. Their star Cornerback, Darrelle Revis (Rex knows "he's fucking good), isn't signed yet.

Cursing is nothing new to sports. I can't even throw a frisbee without reciting the five dirty words. When I was a kid I remember taking score and helping out in practice in my brothers little league team (I sucked it pretty hard, so I was delegated to warm-ups and scorekeeping), the catcher John Mazzoni was a little chubby kid who's father was the assistant coach. Sporting an appropriate mullet for the mid 90's and a handlebar mustache reminiscent of Goose Gossage, John Sr. would pick on Johnny a little bit. I remember in batting practice, John Sr. throwing gas at Johnny and when Johnny missed, John Sr. charged the mound and told Johnny to "Put your feet on that fucking line! (drawing out a line with his feet) Step and swing and keep your eye on the mother fucking ball!"

Whoa guy.

I still like how Bill Parcells would talk about his players. In the 96 season, then rookie Terry Glenn was sidelined for all of Exhibition play for what Parcells thought was just a mild sprain. When Parcells was asked how Glenn was doing at camp, he only said "she's making progress."

But hey, your always going to catch a manager or a ball player cursing on the field. Difference is, there's no boom mics over their head. Rex knew all too well that a documentary was being shot, and that their rival teams were gonna tune in and hear every fucking word he says. Just better back it up come Week 1.