It was 27-0.
It was 27-0.
I keep typing it and it still makes no sense.
There were six Jaguars turnovers in the first half, four of which were interceptions by QB Trevor Lawrence. at home. In front of thousands of fans.
I was one of those fans. About four hours before the game started, I Ubered to his TIAA Bankfield. Music was blaring everywhere, kids were throwing footballs in the parking lot, streets were divided. While waiting in line to take a picture, I met a really nice couple from Minnesota who had come to see the Jaguars play. I’ve even seen a man wearing his paint on the body of a jaguar, despite being unusually cold.
A cold should have been the first sign that the game was going crazy. I was sitting in the crowd when Trevor Lawrence threw his INT.
It’s not just an INT. These were hilarious interceptions. Missing a tip pass, clearly looking like a pass interference but not called. Adding a punt return turnover was fixing it towards the “same old jug” dialogue.
I was a hex, a source of bad juju, and every time I watched my favorite team play, I believed I was going to lose, so I had to leave my seat at 10-0. The last game I saw live on TV was when they lost to Detroit, 40-14, but this time it’s different.
This team will be different.
I know it’s a cliché to say a team is “different,” but in my 22 years of life as a Jaguars fan, I’ve seen the Jaguars quit at those games. I’ve seen them change and start yelling at each other. I’ve seen them turtle up aggressively. We’ve seen Jaguars’ teams fall apart after his four interceptions.
But this team is different.
They lost 27-10 midway through the third quarter against the Dallas Cowboys.
They won 40-34 in OT.
They lost 27-20 with two minutes remaining in the game against the Baltimore Ravens.
They won 28-27.
These jaguars don’t quit. If you’re not careful, they’ll come back and bite you.
Around the second half, I could feel the energy starting to shift after the Chargers launched a drive punt. Jacksonville scored a goal before the end of the first half, and despite some very angry fans (I was one of them), there was a glimmer of hope.
A chant of “DUUUUUUUUUVVVAAAALLLL” rang out at the opening kickoff as it did midway through the third quarter. The concourse was packed with fans wanting to blow off the tension, but none left the stadium. There was a small common belief at the stadium that if the Chargers screwed up, they would find out.
And boy did they find out.
It was more of an avalanche than a comeback, a six-year bullshit cathartic release that the Jaguars and their fans have endured. Since nearly making it to the Super Bowl in 2017, Jacksonville has dealt with implosion in its young core faster than a snap from the Mad Titan Thanos himself. Talented, but no results yet.
Saturday night was the big middle finger of it all.
The Jaguars defense (played very quietly great in the first half but gave a terrible hand for INT) allowed 3 points in the second half and gave the offense the ball enough times to figure something out. rice field. Head coach Doug Pederson made adjustments during the game, which the fans were also able to see (multiple people were yelling about the run game in the first half). Yeah he turned it around.
The second half felt like the whole city of Jacksonville was in the stadium. The fans banging on the tables and stanchions of the party zone, the white towels waving enthusiastically, and the chants of “DUUUUUUUUVVVAALLLL” don’t sound like a series of fans, but like one cohesive groundswell.
When Riley Patterson’s kick went through the uprights, there was a joy I’ve never felt as a Jaguars fan. I was hugging strangers and bumping my chest on people I hadn’t seen until that moment. That family from Minnesota? I talked to them and him for 10 minutes about the emotions of the game and I could hardly put into words what I felt.
When the Jaguars got the ball back with about three minutes left in the game, it was a foregone conclusion what was about to happen in that stadium.
But this time the Jaguar comes out on top…Because that’s what this Jaguar team does“Was it always a jug?” Yeah, it’s a great phrase that sells well and looks cool on a t-shirt, but it’s more of a way of life than anything else.
no matter how hard it is.
It was always a jug.
No matter how depressed you are, bye to the point of 3-8 a week.
It was always a jug.
Even with six years of crap thrown at you by the football gods, it looks like it’s punishing you for thinking you could get out of the slump.
Well, Jacksonville has fought back against the football gods and proved it again.
it was everytime jug.