Four years ago, Mark Sanchez made my Thanksgiving night amazing. It was one of those Thanksgivings that I decided to just keep drinking after dinner while watching football. Woody Johnson, the owner of the Jets, had begged the NFL for the night game that season. Playing the mighty Patriots he hoped the Jets could stun the reigning AFC champions at home. Boy was he wrong. If you have not watched this play you need to watch it right now.
The Jets gave up 3 touchdowns in under a minute. That’s not good. It was an embarrassment and I loved every minute of it.
I mean look at that. It’s so bad that it’s a thing of beauty.
“There are a lot of things that are great about buttfumble. It’s funny that of all people this happened to Mark Sanchez, whose badness with the Jets was legendary. It’s funny that this came in a horrific span of play by the Jets where they allowed three touchdowns in under a minute, encapsulating the horror show that franchise has been since making back-to-back AFC Championship game appearances. It’s funny that the phrase “buttfumble” has become common parlance, leading to a Wikipedia page and Al Michaels saying “buttfumble” on Sunday Night Football, forcing one of sports television’s most staid personalities to acknowledge that we all have a smelly hole on our body that we pass smelly poop through.
The Buttfumble is a reminder of something I love about sports. For the foreseeable future, people playing sports will try to do things on TV. Sometimes they will accomplish them, and it will be beautiful. Sometimes they will fail, and we will get to sit and laugh at the failures of people we’ve never met before, and wonder how in the world they thought they were good enough to not fail so horribly. And that is something we should be thankful for.”
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