We're in that between period where the Jets season's over but the hot Stove League's yet to meet. It's the period of the playoffs and the Super Bowl. It's Jet-less. [Ed.: What else is new, dude?]
That doesn't mean that watching the playoffs is meaningless. In fact, no matter what teams are playing we, the fans, can restore in ourselves something rapidly becoming a lost art.
There was a time before 1975 when the referee was not wired for sound. Stadiums may have had PA systems, but the calls from the field weren't played over them. Rather, those watching from the stands looked to the gestures of the referee to understand what penalty had been called and what down was next. It was done through gestures.
Now the referees still accompany their verbal palaver with the classic gestures but they're superfluous.
So . . . watch the games, even if you don't care a fig who's playing. Turn off the TV audio. Rely on the referee to tell you what's going on. Revive a lost art.
Go flag-free, Gang Green!
That doesn't mean that watching the playoffs is meaningless. In fact, no matter what teams are playing we, the fans, can restore in ourselves something rapidly becoming a lost art.
There was a time before 1975 when the referee was not wired for sound. Stadiums may have had PA systems, but the calls from the field weren't played over them. Rather, those watching from the stands looked to the gestures of the referee to understand what penalty had been called and what down was next. It was done through gestures.
Now the referees still accompany their verbal palaver with the classic gestures but they're superfluous.
So . . . watch the games, even if you don't care a fig who's playing. Turn off the TV audio. Rely on the referee to tell you what's going on. Revive a lost art.
Go flag-free, Gang Green!
