Wanted to share a picture of our Jet fan legacy. My nephew Aiden. Son of my oldest brother Mike, and his wife Sabrina.
Aiden and his dad, my brother Mike.All of us were this young once. New to life. 6 months of age. None of us knew it yet, but we'd eventually entangle some of our future hopes and dreams with a sports franchise called the New York Jets.
Some of us, the fewer of our number, witnessed a championship. But most of us have not in our lifetimes. Will we? Will Aiden? Here's hoping. (Hope being what we do best as Jet fans).
Aiden with his grandpa (my dad) Jim, and Lucy the pup. What I do know is he's already one of us. Even though he can't speak, walk or use a porta-potty. What I know is he's destined to follow the ups and downs of this team with his father, grandfather, and uncles. He'll share the experience with us. For better or for worse. For decades to come. (so long as the Jets stay in business...)
Here's to you, Aiden. Welcome aboard. Please take your seat, buckle up, and make sure your high-chair is in the up-right position. This Jet is taking off soon.
And though we aim to fly high, it's certain to be a bumpy ride...
GO AIDEN. BEAT DIAPERS.
Mark J. Williamson
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