I don’t have one particular story, but I was a West Coast fan in high school—during the fucking Millen years. In retrospect, it’s funny how much shit I got from kids who knew football (and even a couple who didn’t). I guess that stuff didn’t bother me, because I covered my binder in Lions stickers and had one of those terrible 2000’s-era football graphics of Kevin Jones as my MySpace photo (complete with lightning bolts and weird grunge texture)
I also got my friend who didn’t even follow football to randomly shit on Matt Millen during conversations as well. The Pistons, Wings, and Tigers were great back then, so I didn’t really care that the Lions sucked. They were sort of like the weird cousin who peaked in high school and I never met until he was 28
I don’t have one particular story, but I was a West Coast fan in high school—during the fucking Millen years. In retrospect, it’s funny how much shit I got from kids who knew football (and even a couple who didn’t). I guess that stuff didn’t bother me, because I covered my binder in Lions stickers and had one of those terrible 2000’s-era football graphics of Kevin Jones as my MySpace photo (complete with lightning bolts and weird grunge texture)
I also got my friend who didn’t even follow football to randomly shit on Matt Millen during conversations as well. The Pistons, Wings, and Tigers were great back then, so I didn’t really care that the Lions sucked. They were sort of like the weird cousin who peaked in high school and I never met until he was 28