Dear Woody Johnson: An apology to the New York Jets[caption id="attachment_18012" align="aligncenter" width="485"] Evans / AP[/caption] Dear Woody, How are you? It's been a while. You're looking good, that baby powder sure works wonders for the skin doesn't it? Ok, you're a smart man for the owner of a New York NFL team, Woody, so I'll drop the charade and just cut to the chase. I'd like to take this opportunity to personally apologise to yourself and the Jets on behalf of some sections of the media who may have ridiculed your fine footballing franchise over the past few months. And by some sections, I of course mean the majority of the population of the universe. And by ridicule, I most definitely mean the four weeks of non-stop hosing you've received First Blood style from anyone who has the slightest interest in pro football. I don't know how or when it came over us, but somewhere along the line we began to doubt the Jets' chances in 2012. You may have noticed. For whatever reason, our faith in the Holy Trinity of sexy Rexy, Dirty Sanchez and Tim terrific just up and left us to go grab a God damn snack. Maybe it was bringing in the world's most popular sports personality to play backup to a wise-ass and underachieving starting quarterback that had us worried. Or a locker room which seemed about as divided as the first ten minutes of Remember the Titans. Or maybe Rex just looked kind of scary after his gastric bypass surgery. Whatever it was, when things went so hilariously balls up in the preseason games in a way that made the career of Ryan Leaf seem polished and fulfilling, we definitely felt as if our fears were justified. You can imagine how we felt going into Week 1 against Buffalo. Sure the Bills ended last year like Eric the Eel with a torn rotator cuff, but even if Joe Namath himself had guaranteed us a Jets win wearing his finest of fur coats it is unlikely we would have picked them. The game would likely result in a couple of apathetic field goals, Sanchez being benched early in the third quarter and Tebow scrambling from side to side like the world's politest Alaskan King crab to a steady stream of 'Bronx cheers'. And when Sanchez was intercepted on his first drive, well, a little part of us was almost happy. Here was the downfall we had predicted, and all that was left to do was revel in four quarters of amusing "I told you so." But it never happened. Sanchez completed. The defence intercepted and Tebow... well, he'll get better. But most importantly the Jets, "Team Green", the in-your-face neighbours you love to hate, were back! It was us, the sideline experts, who had fallen into the most rookie of errors by judging a team's form on a half-baked set of preseason games and social media gossip, and for this we are sorry. Truly sorry. We're sorry for the reveling in your touchdown-free misery, sorry Sanchez went in the eighth round of our fantasy draft and sorry we had reduced the lifelong tactical nous of Rex Ryan into one big fat t-shirt catchphrase caricature. So if you can find it in your heart to ever forgive us (hey, you always have for that holdout Revis), we'd like to once again join the jet-set in Team Green. We've really missed you. Kind regards, Vic. P.s. This is, of course, until you get pumped by the Steelers this weekend with the crowd chanting for Tebow after your third drive, at which point you're once again fair game.