Wow, so there I was on a random Friday night, flipping through channels, when I stumbled upon the 2025 NFL draft. Weird coincidence or fate? Who knows. Anyway, I end up at this draft party in South Florida. Suddenly—bam! Jason Taylor is there, eyes glued to the screen like it’s the last episode of his favorite series.
The moment his son Mason gets picked by the Jets, Jason’s eyes flood—instant Niagara Falls. I felt that. Mason, this tight end from LSU, snatched up in the second round. The Jets needed him bad, and honestly, this kid’s got game.
Jason, this Hall of Famer we mostly remember as a Dolphin (I mean, 139 and a half career sacks, really?), actually did a quick stint with the Jets back in 2010. Six sacks, couple of forced fumbles. Not shabby, right? Oh, and that was the last season the Jets made the playoffs. Go figure. The look on Jason’s face when someone dropped that tidbit was priceless. “I didn’t know that. Let’s change that,” he said. Optimistic much?
So, what’s it like standing between the Dolphins and the Jets, team loyalty in a twist? Jason laughed it off, kind of. “I love the Dolphins, for sure. But, well, here we go again: J-E-T-S!” And yeah, he was wiping tears while talking about his kid—classic dad move.
Mason’s in good hands with Coach Aaron Glenn, a no-nonsense guy. It’s perfect, Jason thought. Mason’s not into the flashy stuff—just pure football. That’s refreshing.
Jason’s advice? “Be where your feet are.” Sounds deep, but he was all about living in the moment. Regrets are annoying shadows, aren’t they?
He even mentioned how New York has a piece of his heart. Messy traffic and all, that place is magic. And watching his son walk into the locker room where he once stood? Unreal. Made him all teary again—you can guess what happened next.
So yeah, Taylor’s a proud dad today. And if that isn’t the dream, then what is?
