Obsession with the Detroit Lions
I don't get it, never have, but what ever it is, I wish it would stop. I have been obsessed w/ the Detroit Lions for as long as I can remember. Football no doubt is now "America's Past Time" and I am sure that has something to do with it. However, this piss poor franchise has given us all nothing but disappointment and shame our entire lives.
I know they will never go to the Super Bowl, yet I still watch. I know they will find a new way to lose, yet I still go to the games. I know they will ruin yet another Thanksgiving, yet I am there w/ my Jersey on wondering if the game will be better than the half time entertainment.
WHY? I don't feel as if I am a masochist. I feel as if I am a reasonable human being with the ability to think for myself, but there I am, a sheep.
This year the Mighty Honolulu Blue and Silver w/ a touch of Black have the ability to ruin a total of 3, count em, 3 holidays. There is no doubt in my mind that Mike Vick will kill them on Thanksgiving. I am sure that the levee will break against the Saints on Christmas Eve, and there is no way they won't be thrown under the bus by the Steelers on New Years.
Having said that, there I will be on Thanksgiving yelling from my seat @ Mooch. There I will be on Christmas Eve @ my parents condo thanking god they only have a 32" TV so it won't feel like I am in the Alomo Dome witnessing the Grinch steal Christmas. There I will be on New Years Day w/ Nachos in one hand and a razor blade in the other.
I saw my dad as a child act this way w/ his home town team the Dallas Cowboys. He actually kicked the TV one year when Dwight Clark made "the catch". Now my son will see this of me. The good news is, that I will revel in delight knowing that maybe, just maybe, he will not root for the Lions as I hated the Cowboys, just because Dad loved them.
Maybe there is hope for Brendan.
I know they will never go to the Super Bowl, yet I still watch. I know they will find a new way to lose, yet I still go to the games. I know they will ruin yet another Thanksgiving, yet I am there w/ my Jersey on wondering if the game will be better than the half time entertainment.
WHY? I don't feel as if I am a masochist. I feel as if I am a reasonable human being with the ability to think for myself, but there I am, a sheep.
This year the Mighty Honolulu Blue and Silver w/ a touch of Black have the ability to ruin a total of 3, count em, 3 holidays. There is no doubt in my mind that Mike Vick will kill them on Thanksgiving. I am sure that the levee will break against the Saints on Christmas Eve, and there is no way they won't be thrown under the bus by the Steelers on New Years.
Having said that, there I will be on Thanksgiving yelling from my seat @ Mooch. There I will be on Christmas Eve @ my parents condo thanking god they only have a 32" TV so it won't feel like I am in the Alomo Dome witnessing the Grinch steal Christmas. There I will be on New Years Day w/ Nachos in one hand and a razor blade in the other.
I saw my dad as a child act this way w/ his home town team the Dallas Cowboys. He actually kicked the TV one year when Dwight Clark made "the catch". Now my son will see this of me. The good news is, that I will revel in delight knowing that maybe, just maybe, he will not root for the Lions as I hated the Cowboys, just because Dad loved them.
Maybe there is hope for Brendan.
posted by ThePartyDoctor at 9:37 AM
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