Welcome to the Jets Kvetch, soon to be your favorite website. Since February 2010, it has been my mission here to chart what we hope is the final leg of Gang Green’s 40+ year journey to the Promised Land, through all its ups and downs. We here at JK understand you have many choices when it comes to online Jets news and opinion, and we thank you for choosing to use our services. However, before you begin wandering about the site all willy-nilly, we’d like to better facilitate your Kvetching experience by outlining what – precisely – the Jets Kvetch is and is not.

WHAT WE ARE:

  • Devoted to you, the fan. I believe that the fan is humanity’s ultimate evolutionary state. In your relentless, irrational passion for your team, I see all of society’s most righteous and glorious values taken to their rowdiest, noisiest and greasiest extremes. God, family and personal health. If you place your love for the New York Jets ahead of at least one of these three things, then this site is for you.
  • Funny. At least, I hope you think we are. This isn’t a football humor site, but I try quite hard to inject a little wit into my writing, maybe score a few lulz along the way. Between our podcasts, haiku, character sketches and irreverent tweets, a litany of snappy, intelligent comedy gold awaits you here! Just call me the modern day Voltaire. Please.
  • Full of wizdum. If a judgment is rendered or an opinion is given on this page, do not question it. Did I call Wesley Walker a bust? Run with it. The Jets should trade Darrelle Revis? Sure, why not? Of course, I would never write such things, but the point remains: I am smarter than you and everything I believe is correct. After all, who between us is the one with the website? This is America, buddy, they don’t give soapboxes to anyone. You gotta earn that thing. Earn it with your wizdum.

WHAT WE ARE NOT:

  • Journalism. This is not to say that bloggers can’t be journalists, only that I’m not. Please don’t come here expecting to see me break a story or land a huge interview with a big-time name. I have no interest in receiving press credentials, I abhor the term “Mainstream media” and all the whining its use entails, and I promise to never, ever wax poetic on the value of open online expression in contemporary society. This is a sports site, not the Daily Freaking Kos.
  • A Money-Making Venture. In the interest of transparency, here are the vital stats: this site costs me $120 a year to operate, or exactly $10 a month. In addition to this, I spend a small amount of cash every couple of weeks on miscellaneous expenditures and random team merchandise associated with JK’s content. So, yes, running my site costs me money. I don’t do Google AdSense, and I’m not seeking advertisers to fill up my sidebar. There’s nothing wrong with such things, but I don’t harbor any delusions that blogging can make me rich. I don’t see why it has to, either. This is a hobby, like scrapbooking. Lots of people spend lots of money on scrapbooking across the country, essentially keeping Michaels and Hobby Lobby in business, and they don’t expect to make a dime. The same conditions hold here. HAHA DISREGARD THAT I’M A SELL-OUT!!
  • An attempt to overtake the establishment. The Jets Blog, Gang Green Nation and their ilk are wonderful sites, and without them and their invaluable news sources, my own page would be significantly more difficult to operate. By no means do I wish to replace them or elbow them out of my way. The Jets Kvetch is a niche team site, fulfilling a specific function that I feel is of value to the general fan population, much like Jets Twit. The only difference is that while E-Man blogs about the confluence of football and social media, I make dick jokes and do silly Photoshops. So there’s always that.

Congratulations! You are now equipped to experience bloggish satisfaction of the highest order. The wheels are on the tarmac, the seatbacks and traytables are locked and in their upright position, and all electronic devices have been turned off. Our destination? Awesometown. Come fly with us.

Sincerely,

Max Vande Vaarst

- Manhole Out.

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