By Joe Brod
As I sit here on the eve of training camp watching the Yankees take on the Rays in a tight division race I dream of watching my beloved Jets take the field, first on Hard Knocks and then for real…
I dream of being treated to Rex Ryan’s daily press conferences on the Jets’ website, providing us with laughs and getting us pumped in his inimitable style.
I dream of Mark Sanchez continuing his maturation into the QB we’ve been waiting for since Broadway Joe shocked the world.
I dream of Darrelle Revis being simply brilliant.
I dream of Nick Mangold being simply beastly.
I dream of Shonn Greene hitting the hole like his life depends on it.
I dream of D’Brickashaw Ferguson continuing to just keep getting better and better.
I dream of Dustin Keller finally putting it all together.
I dream of Jerricho Cotchery being his usual quietly consistent self.
I dream of Braylon Edwards making amazing circus catches.
I dream of Santonio Holmes breaking games wide open with big plays.
I dream of Tony Richardson blowing up linebackers for Greene.
I dream of Ladanian Tomlinson scoring lots of touchdowns.
I dream of Brandon Moore being his usual underrated self.
I dream of Kris Jenkins tossing around centers like ragdolls.
I dream of Shaun Ellis making plays an old man isn’t supposed to make.
I dream of Bart Scott blowing through a gap and pulling down a running back in the backfield.
I dream of David Harris making plays all over the damn place.
I dream of Jim Leonhard just being good.
I dream of Antonio Cromartie making pick sixes.
I dream of Kyle Wilson blanketing the slot.
I dream of Brad Smith making plays out of nowhere.
I even dream of Jason Taylor sacking quarterbacks.
I dream of Dallas in February.
I dream of big silver trophies.
I dream… and then I smile.
It’s football season.