At this time, on any given year, I am usually bouncing off the walls with excitement. I love the summer, I love baseball season, I love the beach. But nothing compares to the start of the NFL season. At least, I usually feel that way. I make no effort in hiding it. I am a New York Jets fan. I wear my misery proudly on my sleeve. I live and die with this team. I am a fanatic. I use the term “we”…