All I wished for was for the New York Jets to win their opening game of the season.

Little did I knew that tragedy was going to strike that faithful day.

What the fuck man. Aaron Rodgers got injured in the first 4 fucking minutes of the game. In the first game of the season. His Achilles exploded. On September 11th. What the FUCK. THIS MAN IS 39. This December, 40. At best he'll be back in a year, at worst (and more likely) he just retires after recovering.

Two New York NFL teams played against each other this 9/11. Both teams somehow lost. The New York Giants lost 40 - 0 on the previous day to the fucking Cowboys but fuck the Giants who cares 9/11 literally happened to Aaron Rodgers.

I was so high off the win (on probably what will be a top 5 Jets game of all time) it took me over 10 hours to fully grasp the scope of the scenario.