4. NJ Transit
Sure, the Jets are bad, but are they “drunk train” bad? NJ Transit trains never arrive on time, similarly to Adam Gase’s pink slip. Every hour is rush hour, and upon the rare circumstance you’re actually able to find a seat, it’s wet for some reason.
Yes, NJ Transit is able to transport you just about anywhere in the state, but it’s rarely Point A to Point B, and always involves a stop in Newark for some reason. Every trip starts with the same potential and promise as Sam Darnold, only to end with an injury of some sort or, ironically enough, mononucleosis.
Yet, the worst part about NJ Transit is that for many, it’s the only viable path into the city for work. Just like a local Jets Sunday broadcast, we want no part of it, but it’s forced down our throat like the warm fumes on a summer afternoon at Newark Broad Street station.
There is no escape; just the uncomfortable realization we’re stuck here, shoulder-to-shoulder rooting for a train to move at a respectable speed, for once.
And just when all hope is lost, it’s another NFL Sunday.